The Dancer

The Dancer

 

The dancer danced in the town square

The wind whiping at her hair

As her sister gave her a glare

Her sisters pride began to tear

The dancer stopped her enchanting movements and walked away

But her sparkling dance would always stay

The sister had had enough of the shame

The dancer being better but she remained the same

The sister got out a knife

Headed towards the dancer with her enchanting life

The dancer turned her head and smiled

But the sisters hate just piled

The dancer noticed the knife and her smile faded

The sister lashed out with the knife her heart shaded

And there the dancer laid blood everywhere

But the dancers face still had no care

But the dancer would dance no more

As the sister had evened the score

The sister still had no shame

The dancer with no name