A solemn dance begins slow, But the longer it continues, the faster it goes. A spinning scream shattered the sky No one answered or even questioned why A greedy grin stole a valuable pence, Nothing then, tried to make any sense. The dance was growing to be too fast, This dance would always touch her past. The rush of the beat ran through her, The room became hot, cloudy and obscure. She fought the rhythm desperately, Yet there was a loss of equality. A whisper that would never be heard. No, this whisper would neer be inferred. The music stopped, and even though the dance was over, She knew she'd changed and been put under a cover. Until she was daring enough, To dance ever again would be rough. She will live through life remembering the dance. That stole from her a flaming chance. Her last feeling of regret and fear Would always be a whisper noone could hear.