this is not her time any more.
I glimpse a pale young lady
but she does not utter a word,
yet words are cheap and beauty is rare,
she's attached to the grand old house.
Ah, but I have found her in cyberspace,
illusive blonde with enigmatic face.
I could fall in love with her,
there will be no more acrimony
and my heart would not be broken (again).
She usually appears when the music is loud
and dances with the shadows,
an alluring woman with platinum hair.
I can do nothing to ease her sorrow,
she should have left the party long ago.