I eye
The Sky;
The skyward sword now sharpened fly.
A To
and Fro;
This motion it must undergo.
At long,
A Song
Doth travel through the thickened throng.
The feet
Must meet
The ground, snap trap to music's beat.
The sword,
A Chord,
Connects the two among the hoard.
At last,
and fast,
A kiss afore the chance has passed.
-Christine Stone Mooth
