Her feet spin so gracefully,
as they touch gently to the floor,
her mind is spinning,
and demons are scratching at her door,
she know she must let them in,
with her heart heaviling beating,
she jumps
she fights
she spins
crowded by her jealousy,
angered by her doubt,
the demons are scratching louder,
as she is fueled by her deciet,
with every awful thought inside,
the door finally opens,
and as the demons of her mind attack she falls
and so the last thing she did was dance
