Swan Lake

These are dangerous times as the music gets louder and your gigantic oŕbit of heaviness swings further from mine. Something changed. I can feel it in the cold of night and the thirst. I had to have a swan. Women of the court were just not supernatural enough. It had to be one who became human only at midnight. And we dance, not just do acrobatic tricks. we really dance, tilting and whirling. It's in our hearts, The gladness of the art allows enchantment. But reaching too far is what killed me.