Her movement: half in shadow, half in light
Ultra thin ice she skates around the mind
Enchanted with duality and flight.
The rink is empty, her skates, left behind.
One man one shadow cast long after its end
He sees white swan, his shadow sees black-
Torn from both sides his quarrel seems pretend
And yet the ice beneath begins to crack
Both of her has won him. His life is revered.
She slowly spirals, imagination-
For her he tries to conquer greatest fear
Finding almost a lifeless sensation
Saved just barely by the beloved white swan
Pursuing him, her shadow's lurking on.