Jasmine, in Jazz's tender thrall,
Bids goodbye, her final call.
One last Song, on Stage she shares,
An end to Love, to Heartbreak's wares.
~~~
Done with Jazz, its fiery spell,
Betrayal's kiss, Passion's swell.
She yearns for quiet, simpler things,
A Farmer's life, the peace it brings.
~~~
But as she sings her last refrain,
Music tugs her Heart's old chain.
The Melody weaves its haunting lace,
In her Soul, it carves its place.
~~~
Spellbound, she finds herself entwined,
In Jazz's rhythm, her Heart confined.
The Stage, her siren, sweet and pure,
Its call, she finds, she can't obscure.
~~~
To the Silence, she planned to drift,
But Music, once again, uplift.
Jasmine, in Jazz's eternal Dance,
Finds, she cannot leave the trance.
~~~
Until her final Day arrives,
In Jazz's realm, her Heart survives.
About the Creator
Iris Obscura
Do I come across as crass?
Do you find me base?
Am I an intellectual?
Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*
Is this even funny?
I suppose not. But, then again, why not?
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