There once were twelve sisters, fresh, long legged and beautiful
Clustered amongst baby's breath being featured on center stage
Day to day the attention needed waned in the settling dusty mire
Eleven sisters were lost in their glamoured celebration, but one
Ruby in solo stands alone, surrounded by her sisters; dry, athirst
Arms lay at their sides lifeless while heads are lowered in prayer
Centered as if on point in a macabre ballet pose, Ruby is radiant
Starring in a magical garden titled,"A Mid-Summer's Nightmare"
During the full moon, lunar rays spotlight her vessel-ed reservoir
The stillness is broken by a haunting breeze, stirring up the dust
Slowly trickling downward o'er Ruby like a mystical conjuring
Ruby is blushing in the electric glow of a blood red magnificence
At last, dawn comes a blistering with dry heat in the stale room
Ruby's long stem shrivels from lack of moisture, arms wilt to side
Gracefully bowing her head, joining her eleven sisters in prayer
Ruby's celebration of color, fragrance, ends her final performance.
