RiotWayRead
A tragic scene is the beginning of our tale,
A cold winters night and a billowing gale,
One single ballerina leaps and strides,
An audience watches, their eyes gleaming wide,
The girl is graceful, dainty as a doll,
The stage light is loose, it slips, it falls,
A tragic scene before an audience is made
As the pretty young girl’s spirit fades.