Alpaca's Poetry Dump

Moonlight Performer

Wings spread like those of a raven,

Deathly moans echo onto the stage,

She was a Moonlight Performer, 

"Only after hours,"

A night of mesmerizing beauty,

She was second to none at her craft,

A woman like that is hard to find,

One who dances so elegantly,

A black swan amidst a flock of uncivilized geese,

Twists, turns, leaps of faith,

Lustful abandon in the sheets,

She was a Moonlight Performer,

"Never speak about her,"

A despondent maiden treated like scum,

A black rose leads only to bloodshed,

She finds love in a new craft,

In the sea of prejudice between sexes,

A mask of refinement covering the hideous face of delirium,

Her red ballet slippers stain the theater,

No one is watching,

A night of intimacy,

A night of malevolence,

She casts her red ballet slippers aside,

For she is a Moonlight Performer,

Heartless and cruel as she seemed,

She found joy in her beloved craft,

Making the hearts of men bleed,

No structure, 

No sanity,

Jurisdiction is afoot,

Missus and the children are fearful,

However,

She, the Moonlight Performer,

Her red petticoat falling to the floor,

The delusional monster is fleeting,

As she pirouettes on stage,

Knowing she will certainly be meeting

A most grievous fate.