And Yet We Dance

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A Green award and LST award nominee and one of the very few poems I am actually proud of. If you like it, let me know...

It all began in a crystal ball,
One evening born to surpass them all,
One dashing figure stood resplendent and tall,
One dance, emotions caught in a net.

Yet before the evening had ended,
An angry girl broke what couldn't be mended,
And though that evening was effectively suspended,
The dance wasn't over yet.

We've danced several times since then,
Though in each other's arms we have not been,
Through hatred, through vengeance we come again,
To this same obsessive trance.

Again and again, we strike without pause,
Never bothering to sheath our claws,
Cruelty composes our primary laws,
And yet we dance.

But it seems that everyday,
Inward, onward, this game we play,
The price is more then we can pay,
But we dare not a second glance.

Sneering, biting words we say,
To tear each other's hearts away
This never-concluded roundelay,
And yet we dance.

Disguising our weaknesses, feeding our pride,
Masking our fears, tortured inside.
Witty words that are meant to hide,
Much more then Jareth's pants.

Around and around in a circle it goes,
Where she stops, nobody knows,
But all our dancing is just a show,
And yet we dance.

Glistening spheres, twinkling toes,
A dream that only the dreamer knows,
A hungry longing masked in prose,
A fairy-tale to tickle our fancy.

But beneath the glitter, real gold gleams,
A morning dawn which was never seen,
A heart of beauty in a Goblin King,
And yet still, we keep on dancing.

Must we accept the cards we deal?
What is imagined, what is real?
How can we deny the things we feel?
Dare we stop to take the chance?

'It's only forever, it's not long at all…'
'Falling in love is such a long way to fall…'
How I regret the night I dropped the ball,
And yet we dance.

No more tapping all my blues away,
No more soft-shoeing around what I can't say,
No more of this silent warring ballet,
Enough of the 'I won't-s' and 'I can't-s'.

Maybe if I pray just one last time,
Maybe if I believe in his final line,
Maybe he'll grant this last wish of mine,
And ask me for one last dance.

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Copyright 2000-2001 Diana, I don't own Jareth, Labyrinth, Sarah or the peach, but I do own this poem, so treat it with respect, ok? Tell me what you thought!