The Ballad of the Girl That Kept on Dancing
The cold, dark wind, lashed at every door,
Like a madman trying to break in,
Even though every body was poorer than poor,
The screaming wind just wouldn’t stop knocking.
In the dark, darkest part of the old, old village,
There was a house, anything but a humble abode,
It looked like it had survived, a Viking pillage,
Casting a great black shadow over the road.
In the dark, shadowed house, of the dark shadowed road,
There was a maiden as gloomy as the moon,
And her mind was such a difficult code,
It was almost as if she was a loon.
Although her mind was a trial to read,
There was one thing that was clearer than clear,
She was in need of love, yes, indeed,
She didn’t even care about her career.
When she was carrying out her daily routine,
Of brushing her teeth and hair,
She noticed something, she had never before seen,
A little fairy, with hair so very fair.
Oh come with me, and you will never be sad,
For I will make your wishes come true,
You will find love, and always be glad,
That you found me and I found you.
So the maiden followed the little white fairy,
Until they stood in front of a fortress,
To the naked eye it was anything but scary,
And in front of the maiden, lay a beautiful dress.
She put on the dress, and the shoes that went with it,
And the door of the fortress opened,
She stepped inside and swallowed her spit,
As she thought her heart could never again be broken.
In the corner of the wide, elegant room,
She saw a handsome prince, like a fairy-tale,
Oh how she longed for him to be her groom,
His looks turned her the opposite of pale.
He walked towards her, and held out his hands,
As if to ask her to dance,
Oh come with me, and be happy forever
He said, as he stood in a manly stance.
So they took each others hand, and ran out onto the dance floor,
Then looked into each others eyes and felt free,
But then suddenly, the maiden heard the bang of a door,
And realised how trapped was she, was she,
And realised how trapped was she.
The maiden tried to run away,
But the fairies told her she had to stay,
She looked at the man in front of her eyes,
And realised she’d be dancing for the rest of her life
She looked down at her dress, as it turned into rags,
Then looked at the man, who crumbled,
Her looks turned older, her cheeks did sag,
And when she spoke, all you heard was a mumble.
Her time had come, to be released,
Into the hands of the Lord,
Oh how she was, so very relieved,
Because of that, peace she now could afford.
By Sarah Derbyshire, 7P
Copyright Sarah Derbyshire 10/2/12
