Dance Within Scarlet Patterns

by Artemis   Jan 25, 2008

Her face is very blank,
Doesn't give away a thing,
You'd think she was emotionless,
If beauty she didn't bring.

While on the dance floor her face changes,
She looks like she's at peace,
From what exactly they aren't sure,
But they are filled with caprice.

She's dancing for an audience,
By herself on a huge stage,
No one sees anything but the pretty face,
Finally let out of her cage.

One step, two step, three,
Each step she knows by heart,
It's full of mystery and wanting,
A strange journey it does mark.

Her clothes are a crimson red,
To amplify her mood,
But no one sees that side,
Her life they won't review.

As she finishes the dance,
She finally opens her eyes,
Finds herself in a pool of blood,
Now taken out of her guise.


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  • 10 years ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    A wonderfully painted piece, full of mystical beauty and sadness, merged seamlessly together into a bloodied dance.

    This has chilled me, because my interpretation of this piece, which maybe totally wrong, so apologies in advance if this is the case.

    The dance moves are real; they are beautiful, like your grace. This beauty is observed quietly and fuels a slow, but intense fury, the fury of a green eyed aggressor. He cannot stomach the admiring gazes of your adoring audience and so he taunts himself, bullying his mind, becoming engorged with rage. The music and so the dance draws to a close, you open your eyes, only to stare into the eyes of fire!!

    On the floor you lie, collapsed in a puddle of
    scarlet tears.

    I hope this hasn't offended you in anyway, but this is my interpretation of a great poem.

    Well done 5/5


  • 10 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    Great job, i like the tittle of this poem aswell ^^

    5/5! =]

  • 10 years ago

    by Brie Anna

    Awesome write keep up the great work 5/5