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"The god of thunder
Drawn to earth by your beauty
Wishes to cast at your feet
His heart and the universe"

— Rameau, "Platée."

Sad and forlorn
The music swayed her
Black dress prom queen
You have no love

The Friday prior
Her boyfriend Ronnie
Counted out cash
For the cheap silver ring

Expect me by sundown
Her long-time beau told her
She waited on the porch
And sipped lemonade

The sun sank lower
At edge of the Blue Mountains
Fretting and stewing
She re-brushed her hair

And then the thunder
Struck by her beauty
Sent in the rain storm
Obscuring all sight

Two days later
They found his Ford
Off the edge of a ravine
Her true love now dead

Rainy Tuesday
They put him under
Friends and kin
And an open grave

It brought her no tears
They all did note it
They shook their heads
And walked away

That same sad dress
She wore the next Friday
High school seniors
In the old stale gym

There they smiled
And mingled lovely
Yet spoke so softly
When they looked her way

Balloons on the walls
Moved with air springs
Two open doors
To the cool mountain air

The music stopped then
They all grew hushed
And from the stage
They called her name

Thinking nothing
She climbed the short stairs
Then they applauded
Her head now was crowned

The night continued
The couples danced on
Now pressed closer
As the lights grew dim

She sat in a chair
Along the far wall
Looking into nowhere
Whispering his name

Sad and forlorn
The music swayed her
Black dress prom queen
You have no love

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