Dance as the palace burns

Silk butterflies dance to a waltz

A hypnotic show for the little girl

Standing in her white dress

Trimmed with cobweb lace

Face is scared, but still proud

Royal blood it is said, a-loud

She dances with butterflies

In her stomach, in her eyes

Watching as the flames cascade

Licking the walls, destroying the colorful facade

Of butterflies and kings and queens, of czars and gardens

And cobweb lace

Waltz grows louder, tries to drown

The worries in the young girl’s eyes

Spinning round the jeweled room

Gold melting as the flame burns hotter

Dancing in the molten gold

Satin slippers are no protection

Childhood fears come back to haunt her

Torturous thoughts spin in her head

Dizzying turns in the ballroom

Nightmares creeping from her bedroom

Like the white inside the flame

The fire rasps out her name

Eyes glazing over in a trance she stumbles

The waltz floats her up again

And twirls her round the dancing floor

Shadows climb the crumbling wall

Watching, waiting for the final fall

Destruction costs too high a price

Eaten by the flame, butterflies lay maimed

Wings torn off and colors faded

Who knows where the garden goes?

No more flowers, no more laughter

Just one girl dancing in this blazing disaster

Dancing as the palace burns