And She Danced...

The bells had long foretold the hour of her death
In the streets and cities they wept
To lose one so young,
A loss felt by all but she
For she danced.

Still, in the midst of all the misery
A joy she found, one for only she.
On they led her to the gallows
For she should hang
She paid them no mind,
She simply danced.

Noose around her neck
Last words on her lips
As swayed the ropes
So did she her hips
Final moment passed
Her body limp at last
Captioned words above her head
Say 'may she never dance again'.

But still in the nights
The wind picks up
Ever so slightly swaying her
And in the moonlight
Still, she dances.

I don't remember exactly I was thinking when I wrote this piece... but the main idea of it was the 'never say die' spirit that everyone has inside them and what it can do when you put it to use...

Everyone has it in them to be that strong -- you just have to look deep enough. =]