Flames are lowered
Gentle curve of decay amongst the embers
Turn pages of the picture books
Remember those past Decembers
Lend her the lyric hooks
Sing songs of joy and tenderness
Suppress at once the negative looks
That is no way to send her
Fend off your depression
Close up the downbeat books
With the light of impression
Share her romantic nooks and crannies
Play her Danny and the Champions of the World
Swirl her on to the dance floor
The more you shout, folklore edicts the damsel fair
Rare as sacred through wild air
Care of the curved decay
Whose lowered tones blend her wishes
Superstitious as she has become
Run now, run your words down to the floor
The core is gone
The story flickered, lest it shone
