The Black swan

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I was the main star of every show, But in every show there stood a shadow,

A shadow that copied my every move, I danced and never cared about it...

Sometimes I would look back...And see the shadow, she wore the same outfit

I wore, Except it was void black, She,The shadow had a serious expression,

Sometimes evil even, She looked exactly like me physically but was extremely the opposite mentally.

Every show I danced she was at the stage curtain dancing, Copying me...

Even at rehearsals, There she was...I thought lowly of her...Thinking she was

Another starstruck fan wanting to be me..

I was the very definition of fame...If someone didn't know me it was either

They was living in a rock or living in an isolated island....

Every critic loved me, Everyone wanted to be me...

But the shadow.... She was waiting....As if waiting for something to happen..

Something bad....

In every show, In every solo, She stood out, We both stood out...

Sometimes I would think that I never had a solo...That we were having a..

a..a....showdown of some sort...........

One day, A cold day of december....

My manager ran up to me and said the news that changed my life.....

"It's the biggest play you'll ever have! You will get to dance at one famous show!"

"What is it called?"I asked. "The great white swan ballet show!"

The show that changed everything......I looked back and saw the shadow smile.

The day of the show.......

As everyone danced I waited for my part..Then the dancer that was the one

playing prince went on stage, Now it's my turn...

As we both danced sometimes lifting me up I felt cheerful we were getting

close to my solo, As the prince lifted me down....

I danced I felt free my solo must be perfect I thought, Then I looked at the shadow

she knew what was gonna happen, I felt....

As I or we were finishing the solo I felt everything break..Then I realized that....

I fell......

As I saw the shadow come close she reached her hand out....

I took  it.... Happy,I was about to stand up when she lets go........
She knew this from the start...Then I heard her whisper "Pathetic."

As everything broke to shards, She rose to fame but there was a difference

She didn't have her own shadow...

Because to me she was the very shadow....And I named her....The Black Swan....

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