The frail woman gently brought her arms through the air

Moving an invisible curtain as she woke up

Bound to her chair by rustic age she listened to the sentimental melody

Reenacting the familiar gestures that transformed her

Her arms became wings

Elegant and white

A ghost reliving a past life

She embodied beauty itself

Wistfully swaying for heartache and a broken love

Crying out for the prince she loved to come back to her

She became a passionate storm of grief and pain

Letting her sorrow engulf and overcome her delicate body

Killing what was left of the alluring white swan