A castle dark
the hall is high
vaulted ceiling
raised to the sky
tiny windows
stained, colored glass
all is dark
all is dark at last

and she comes
across the floor
the glossy, obsidian floor
red satin
wide skirts
rustling
shining

weaving
in a dance
whirling
in a turn
and in her hands
her small, small hands
she holds the strings

of a great black kite
like a butterfly in the night
with white spots of eyes
in each wing
spread in flight

and she dances
and she rises
climbing an invisible stair
growing larger in my eyes
and the butterfly kite
flies

     (and she dances
     in the castle dark
     in the hall so high
     beneath a vaulted ceiling
     raised against the sky)

For an Extremely Disturbing Dream.