(Dedicated to all the Porcelain Dolls imitating perfection. --Neechi--)

Ancient

We shall dance underneath the silver moonlight

The perfect dolls

Who have risen from dusty shelves

And moved in the misty darkness

Two powdered silhouettes

Drifting over the floor

Moving as one

Lost in the memories

Of a time long past

Ignored by the generations

For our simplicity