Nightfall Poem by Pierre Rausch

One day it would be a dance dress
She was entitled to laugh if she wanted to
To be the bridesmaid like you
Glad in a million years
That lot of beauties at nightfall
Of all the madness at nightfall
Something much more dangerous
Like all the badness at nightfall
Anything, rather than fall into
The platform she normally sat on
Silver paper from the Far East
For any plaque at her door
One day it would be a dance dress
She was entitled to laugh if she wanted to
To be the bridesmaid like you
Glad in a million years
That lot of beauties at nightfall
Of all the madness at nightfall
Something much more dangerous
Like all the badness at nightfall
Anything, rather than fall into
The platform she normally sat on
Silver paper from the Far East
For any plaque at her door
That lot of beauties at nightfall
Of all the madness at nightfall
Something much more dangerous
Like all the badness at nightfall
Anything, rather than fall into
The platform she normally sat on
Silver paper from the Far East
For any plaque at her door
That lot of beauties at nightfall
Of all the madness at nightfall
Something much more dangerous
Like all the badness at nightfall