Dancer

On tip toes
She crept
Past the boundary
Where you never went
Into the deepest
Darkest forest
The delicate fabric
Of her dress
Floated behind her
In her quest
Catching white cotton
On the brambles
She felt the pulls
The cuts, the tears
But still she ran
Without a care
Only looking
To be sure
She wasn't seen
On her course
There is the clearing
Where they met
The demon man
Who made a bet
He spun her round
She gave to him
She dipped, she dropped
He made her spin
She surrendered
All she had to him
Knew it was wrong
He was bad a sin
As the moon
Sunk to the ground
It was time
To return to town
A corset of black
She now was bound
Following threads
Tangled on the ground
She was anew
Different, changed
She now felt
Rearranged
Nothing left
Pieces lost
The girl that entered
Now a ghost
Bound to him
A willing slave
Ready to dance
Until her grave