Sing the Sorrow

She sang the sorrow
Through the broken mirror in the dark room.
A simple splash of red,
And her reflection was her shadow.
Her song widespread the room.
A sound bringing quick deaths to bright flowers.

She danced around the pitch.
She danced as her tune darkened the room.
This tune shattered the glass around her.
This tune shattered the wine bottles
The wine was her inspiration
To create something beautiful.

Years ago she devoured her dance partner
To twirl with a sharp knife.
She twirled into the moonlight
And her sad tune flowed through the city.
She smited and danced with closed eyes.
Just to witness embellishment once they're open.
The silenced city echoed her tune.
The city covered in crimson with inspiration.