27 May 2012
Mesmerised by the majestic moves,
Hypnotised by grace.
The dancer dressed in the finest silks,
Kept together by red lace.
With all the knights in shining armour,
Lost in her movement.
The way she bounds like no gravity,
There is no improvement.
Every man who gazes upon her,
Go weak at the knees.
But all she is focusing is the king,
And hope that she'll please.
She does every move gymnastically,
With each move of the hips.
Whispering alluring words into men's ears,
With her crimson red lips.
But don't let her appearance fool you,
Because if you do,
She'll throw you away like nothing,
Then that's the end for you!
You'll never get to be with her,
From her mind you'll fade.
Because after a flicker of silver
Your death will be her blade.
Court Dancer • Opuss № I