Hearts And War Poem by Thompson Emate

The music called them to dance,
It wasn't a dance of romance,
They were angry hearts,
Pierced by rippling darts.

Petals of midnight under the moon,
Melancholy was the pervading tune,
The blue sky was out of reach,
Two hearts are unwilling to listen to each other's speech.

They were on the same dance floor,
But still at war,
Facing different directions,
They could still see their reflections.

Though they were in someone else's arms,
Love had lost its charms,
They belonged together,
Sometimes light still filters through in bad weather.