Prom Night,
with its shiny colors,
lovely gowns,
and opulent romance,
is here once again.
Twirl, twirl, twirl,
dance the people so gaily;
an Angel throng,
bejeweled, bedight in sparkles,
and drowned in tears.
Sit, says I,
in the bleachers to see
a play of love and fears,
while the DJ plays fitfully
the music of the years.
Feelings, from God on high, herself
invade my mind;
entranced by the swirl of hue
and rush of color.
Blankly I stare,
while I wither away.
Alone I sit,
waiting for some gallant knight,
to take me from my seat
and make this night
one to remember.
Akwila Community Member 
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