Minuet of Broken Dolls

In the night, a dim light gleams,
A lantern burns upon the street.
A ballet of broken dolls, it seems,
Dances an old minuet
Beneath a painted moon so bleak.

Porcelain shattered, gazes lost,
Yet still they spin without an end.
Clad in garments stra-nge and crossed,
They perform their ancient rite
That chills the hearts within the chest.

Chorus:
They have forgotten children's laughter,
Their dresses drowned in dust and grime.
Among the shadows and the lanterns,
The dolls keep dancing till the dawn.

2.
And every step — a quiet moan,
Fragments falling into night.
Their dance — a dark and haunting dream,
A flickering broken neon gleam,
With wandering outcasts swaying by.

The lantern casts its ghostly shade,
Around it plays a silent game.
Forgetting dawn will soon invade,
The dolls keep dancing till the morn.

Chorus:
They have forgotten children's laughter,
Their dresses drowned in dust and grime.
Among the shadows and the lanterns,
The dolls keep dancing till the dawn.

3.
Their faces cracked so long ago,
Cold porcelain like hardened stone.
They do not care for this world's flow,
Only the dance they call their own.

They spin in silence, without speech,
Their hands entwined in endless round.
In dim-lit lanterns' fading reach,
Their endless motion has no bound.

Chorus:
Their dreams lie shattered into pieces,
Yet rhythm pulls them ever on.
Within the midnight hollow stillness,
They’ve found a place where they belong.