Flames are lowered
Curves of decay amongst the embers
Turned pages of picture books
Remember those past Decembers
Lend her the lyric hooks
Sing songs of joy and tenderness
Suppress at once the sideways looks
That is not the way to send her
Fend off your depression
Close up the downbeat crooks
With the light of her impression
Share those romantic nooks & crannies
Play her Danny and the Champions of the World
Swirl her on to the dance floor
More you shout, folklore edicts the damsel fair
Rare as the sacred whirled through wilder air
Care of the curved decay
Whose lowered tones blend with her wishes
Superstitious as she has become
Run now, run your words down to the floor
The core is gone
The story slowly flickered, lest it shone