Known as the Lady of the Evening,
She sits quietly, waiting for her next casualty.
Who will it be? A young frivolous boy,
or maybe a strong, distinguished wealthy man?
She keeps watching.
A hand grabs her own and whisks her away.
A man. A handsome Prince Charming.
In the dark they dance, fiercely impassioned.
Suddenly he vanishes.
A spotlight now on her.
Her judges have arrived.
''DANCE!'' they order her,
''Dance for you sins!''
Slowly she raises her eyes and begins to dance alone.
Hands in the air, head back, she spins,
dancing for her life.
Twisting, turning, for what seems an eternity.
She starts to ache, but still she sways.
She dances until she can move no more.
Yet her judges, they have forsaken her,
and they too quietly disappear.
She is left to herself and the darkness.
Looking around at the endless isolation,
she brings herself to dance again,
silently screaming for salvation from her body.
The thing that brought her to her personal hell.
