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The Dance |
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Chained2illusions Junior Member
since 2000-08-09
Posts 45Elyria, Oh *at the moment* |
She dances, dances in the obsidian veils of night. The porcelain mask, covering that face.. Always a smile, so beautiful so sweet. She dances, dances with whispers of clouds threading like a shawl.. Draping over her shoulders, she pirouettes.. Those golden eyes, wrapped now in the glory of sunlight. She dances, day and night.. the rise of the sun, the wash of the moon. That mask, one of many too everyone she meets. A puppet on a string, giving and dancing and prancing and playing.. For scraps of affection for whispers of adoration... Until the mask falls.. Darkness, crimson tears streaking olive kissed cheeks. Brown eyes, endless The mask cracks, the audience... gasps in horror... backing away She dances on.. spinning and spinning reaching out.. crying.. Please..dont go! Please dont go! falling to her knees.. The mask in pieces She is alone. Denise There is fire inside us all..it sparks with just the match. |
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