Made: Thursday, September 23, 2010

Time: 7:12p.m

Author's Note: The rhythm I had when writing this was Greensleeves. If you really want to get the feel for it, then listen to the song as you read this.

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"Surround, surround, the pretty girl
Stand aside and watch her twirl
Watch closely and you will see
Her disappear…"

She dances to her music box
Her feet crunch in the snow
Nimble and careful of the rocks
As she closes her eyes to the show.

The people watch in quiet awe
As her dress flows gracefully by
She feels herself lose it all
But she realizes she's too shy.

The tent built up as fire rose
And prodded at her sides
She continues dancing unfroze
As tears fall from her eyes.

But she, she will dance on
As the tent falls to the ground
Her rhythm can never be wrong
The sweetest dancer around.

She dances to her music box
Her feet crunch in the snow
Nimble and careful of the rocks
As she closes her eyes to the show.

The ballerina dances on
The crowd has long cleared away
Forever more, her soul in the song
And soon, she fades away…