the night the dance died
bruised feet stepping lightly over paved floors
cold tiles sending spine tingling waves of electricity through the body
keeping the beat to the rhythm of the melody
high praise with extended limbs and fallen arches on releve
toes tagged on the slab of betrayal...
the night the dance died
mingling words of half-truth and untruth
roots of bitterness weaving their way between the threads of the soul
unknown entities telling stories entitled with sorrow...
the night the dance died
whispering in the dark
falling in line in broken patterns
one by one
two by two
stifled in its breath and unable to rise..
the night the dance died
no more songs of joy
only a colorful façade lights the way
before the last stanza repeats
dreaming of itself and imagining
the journey beyond...
the night the dance died
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