'Impromptu' Poem by Marcus McKinley

A sad day hangs,
somberly… upon the crescent moon.
In the balance of life,
hangs a young soul.
The anecdote sways,
amid echo's high noon.
Sharp!
Rings the bell, paid upon toll.



Cipher the signs LED,
misguided, her path to nonentity.
Ornamentally swinging,
decorating the branches.
The last act 'Impromptu'
-A Flailing Marionette-
No more! will this string,
guide her steps as she dances.