Originally posted 2016-01-15 12:00:38.
She spun and danced the night away
With laughter in her eyes
Her pretty face hard and sharp
Her smile frozen in lies
Her pointed shoes and pretty bows
He dressed her daily with care
Her bright skin glinted in the light
When putting ribbons in her hair
The dancing ballerina
Spun round and round and round
With mechanical music
Making all the sound
He watched her twirl in the dark
No more did he feel alone
Her voice was once full of beauty
Now forever set in stone
Why she wanted to leave him
He guessed he’d never know
But now he had her forever
And his heart was full of glow
This pretty ballerina
Stuck within her pose
Drained of all her life
A painted little rose
One day he thought he saw it
A twinkle in her eye
“The spark was there,” he shouted
To the heavens in the sky
“Do not ask the Heavens” A stranger spoke
“You knew this was the deal”
He wept and cowered deep inside
For he finally learned to feel
“I thought I had more time” he cried
And hugged her strong and tight
The stranger smiled and whispered
“You had 700 nights”
“I need more , I love her!”
He shouted at the moon
But as he stood beside her
A shiver filled the room
The statue fell to pieces
Leaving mounds of ash and bone
And as she crumbled before him
Her bright blue eyes shone
The nights have ended, it was over
The magic took its toll
And the stranger left that night
Taking with him a dying soul
