Dancing Through The Silver Mists. [Italian Sonnet]

Dancing Through The Silver Mists.

Dancing through the silver mists; she stops to look - -
A shadowed silhouette stood near the street light,
Watching her elegance, such a beautiful sight.
Reaching forward; her shaking hand you took,
Leading her through the fog toward the brook.
Summer shuddered a light breeze; you held her tight,
The rotting stars alive in her eyes that night - -
A tear streamed down her face as she gently shook.

Muttering under her breath - - she walked away;
Silencing her tattered hearts rusty cries.
The moon shone bright on the broken soiree *
As decaying angels, fell from the skies.
Walking amongst us, they led her astray - -
Dancing through the silver mists; she softly dies.

© Jenna Elphick
October 10, 2006.

** Soiree is an evening party or reception.**
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Italian Sonnets have 10-11 syllables per line and is composed of an octave (rhyming abbaabba), and a sestet (rhyming cdecde or cdcdcd) or in some variant form, with no closing couplet.
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