A little legend of the dance.

She was a dancer. Her hair seemed to lead the way. Forecasting each step. To and fro. To and fro.

The sun grew a smile as he shed light on our sin. A beggar asked for changed when he knows such things come within.

Still she danced.

The Earth opened wide, said come on inside. A child's clothes collected static as he slid down the slide.

Still she danced.

The moon frowned down, as if to say goodnight. I repeated said phrase, as if to be polite.

Still she danced.

God laughed and teased at all the thoughts he stirred. I took a couple pills and drinks as my vision blurred.

Still she danced.

The light dimmed and the room began to spin. A beggar asked for change when he knows such things come from within.

And she fell asleep without him.