Dorian

Sweet song, still remembered,
Colour, vibrant, bright
No nothing - no torch can lighten
Forever dark, forever night

For once you played and danced and loved
As you sit lonely in the old chair
Passing time, cruel, bitter
A palette coloured red and sickly green
Like the remnants of the attic portrait
To sink the knife deep,
Failing to see beauty
Toys discarded
Until late, past midnight
Sweet song.