To the extent,
Of her talent,
She fades the scent,
Growing radiant,
A taste of color,
Hollows the mirror,
Hiding the horror,
Forgetting it’s over,
Time came by,
Once to cry,
Twice to die,
How many times to lie,
The door still open,
She left the roulette,
My heart has burden,
Of her red silhouette…
Luc Laverdure