Falling,

Dancing sweetly across the sky…

Breaking winds,

Peaceful serenity.

What will happen?

Unpredictable weather,

A dash of mischief,

What could happen?

Sweet serenity,

Dark anger.

Perfect opposites.

Sun and moon,

Created to balance each other.

Dead winds,

A calm sea,

“What is the only portrait of pain?”

Falling,

Dancing sweetly across the sky…

Just sincerely makes you wonder,

“Why?”

Might be a memory,

Might be a habit…

Dancing,

“Where will the pain end?”

Falling,

Dancing sweetly across the sky.

This is where the ballet ends,

Destroying any calm…

Darkness in it’s making.

Okay. This is yet another attempt with a suggestion made by Brinsnarg. It was kind of weird writing like this, in a different format.