The Sweets of May
The music that swirls like a fierce tempest
Brings the dancers in its wake-
Spinning quickly
An over, a batter
Carefree, their ring will not break
A heavenly haunt
An angel in Hell
Watches with silent ire
The face of Apollo
The cold heart of Hades
And a broken soul on fire
A timeless beauty
The eighth deadly sin
Though few will ever find
The darkness behind his wide blue eyes
Or the violence in his mind
The couples turn with rapid grace
As their heeled shoes beat the floor
But still, his thoughts do wander back
To the times of long before
T'IS ALL MINE!!!!! NO STEALING!!!!
