Dance

My story begins a long time ago,
With a pretty girl
Who loved to dance.
I admired her greatly, and out of hundreds
She choseme
To stand beside her.
Though I could not dance a step,
She took me by the hand
And showed me the world.

However,
She was not to be my destiny.
My family called me home
To be with them.
I could not put a finger on it,
But something was wrong.
They smiled,
And I felt threatened.
I missed the pretty girl.
I missed her dancing and wished she’d take me
By the hand.
But she’d taught me how to lead, as well.
I could dance without her.

Beyond her influence
I felt a thread connecting my heart
To someone else.
But there were some places
At home
Where I was not allowed to go.
Behind the hidden door
A girl was trapped.
And though I was the only one who could see it,
She was pretty too.

When I rescued her, she wasn’t grateful.
She demanded why I had taken
So long,
And kissed me.

I lead her outside
And saw my family were there,
And the neighbours, too.
They tore off their smiling faces,
Underneath,
They were monsters.
I was frightened,
But my love and I held each others hands
And we danced.

Around the world
The monster revealed themselves.
They tried to hurt my love and I
And others
Too.
And in the darkness, my love and I were a
Shining example
Of what was meant to be.
The others pushed forward, and in the end
Triumph was ours,
But we had lost people along the way
And each one
Tore at me.

This was not the end.
My love and I were reborn.
We played our roles once more
And would have gone on like this until the sun burnt out,
But for my actions.

I could not stomach the death
Any longer.
This time
From the start
I fought the monsters.
I whittled their numbers and thought I had reached success,
But alas,
I had forgotten.
Without my love,
Without our example, the others had no hope.
The darkness and the monsters combined to make something
More terrible then both.
There were no survivors.

I wandered among the bodies and knew true despair.
For the first time in a long time
I thought about the pretty girl who had taught me to dance.
I tried to remember how…
But I could dance no longer.

This time
I followed the connection
Too late.
The girl that had been trapped had found her own way free
But it had taken its toll.
My love was half the woman I remembered
And was being courted by a stallion.
I wanted to let her be
So as not to remind her of
My failure.
She could have been happy with the stallion.

However,
Although she would never put a finger on it,
Something would be wrong.
So,
I threw myself at her feet
And held her tightly.

I can’t dance anymore,
And as the monsters approach,
Despite everything,
She still loves me.