The Girl in the red Dress

She stepped into the room no more than a beggar,

No shoes and grimy clothes as light as a feather,

As she ventured in further,

she could feel their cold stares,

They were ever so preoccupied with their child-like cares,

They continued to talk,

Not one stopped to acknowledge her,

They knew she was beautiful,

But she wasn’t so sure,

She wanted them to see what she was capable of,

And that she wasn’t as worthless as their innocent doves,

She believes in miracles and a thing called romance,

And so to show them,

she started to dance…

And with her very first step their world of color faded,

Along with everything they’d worked for and created,

Now with each coming step her clothes disappeared,

This beauty was not the outcome they’d feared,

Now all eyes were on her,

there was not one more to bless,

And what appeared on her now was a perfect red dress.

They envied her color in a world of black, white, and grey,

They tried to steal it from her in every which way,

But every time they would go forward to steal,

They’d be moved by the depth of the passion she’d feel,

With every move the dress became more complete,

The people of the crowd knew now they’d been beat.

As she spun the dress grew and covered her knees,

The crowd bought it,

for how can be deceived by what you see?

Added to her dress’s perfection was her feet,

still bare,Complemented along with her now perfect hair,

Moved by her beauty they would weep and moan,

But as soon as one moved to throw the first stone…

Still dancing, she looked him in the eyes and silenced the crowd,

Ashamed now,

all of their heads were bowed,

They weren’t down for long for they wanted to see,

The girl and the red dress and all they could be,

Now with the confidence and knowing she would win,

She continued her dance and started to spin…

And the girl in the red dress kept spinning, spinning…

She’s spinning the ropes that tie them to her lies,

She’s spinning them around her finger as they’re hypnotized be her eyes,

She’s sucking their life away,

taking all their last chances,

And all they can do is watch as she dances...

Until finally one servant boy is released from his trance,

She grabbed him by the hand,

And together they danced.