Act I
Cassandra twirled like her feet were wrapped in satin
Smooth and flawless like her appearance
Her gift of movement sent from one of nine muses
her purpose drifted in like the waltz of a first love
to dance was to breathe oxygen into her lungs
Her love overflowed to everyone around her
she didn’t distinguish between love and dance
Masses surrounded her in awe of her gift
She danced for love not for esteem
She could dance for none and forever on
If dance were to become transcendent, she would be the pioneer
Act II
On rare occasions fate can tear like sheer fabric against a nail
A simple crack in the floor altered her eternity
She flew through the air with poise and grace
She landed on pain and despair like broken glass
She always thought life was over when you meet death
No no, life is at an end when you lose love
Cassandra’s life was over, nevertheless she still drew breath
Darkness filled her heart and all she could see was grey
ACT III
Your insides can rot when you discover there is no one to save you
Not everyone gets a hero or a second chance
The world’s focus is on those who get saved and their inspiring stories
Not everyone has a happy ending or even an ending at all
Cassandra wished she would end
But her story seems never ending
Always will she stand in the shadows and stare at the dance hall
Living in her past forever
END
Pain is all she has left in her forgone existence
So she will feed the inferno that is her brokenness
And she will starve her desires
Her lack of hope will crack the stone beneath her feet
she will climb in and lay there
Looking up at her end
Stuck between death and the desire for something worse.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 12:06 PM UTC
Act I
Cassandra twirled like her feet were wrapped in satin
Smooth and flawless like her appearance
Her gift of movement sent from one of nine muses
her purpose drifted in like the waltz of a first love
to dance was to breathe oxygen into her lungs
Her love overflowed to everyone around her
she didn’t distinguish between love and dance
Masses surrounded her in awe of her gift
She danced for love not for esteem
She could dance for none and forever on
If dance were to become transcendent, she would be the pioneer
Act II
On rare occasions fate can tear like sheer fabric against a nail
A simple crack in the floor altered her eternity
She flew through the air with poise and grace
She landed on pain and despair like broken glass
She always thought life was over when you meet death
No no, life is at an end when you lose love
Cassandra’s life was over, nevertheless she still drew breath
Darkness filled her heart and all she could see was grey
ACT III
Your insides can rot when you discover there is no one to save you
Not everyone gets a hero or a second chance
The world’s focus is on those who get saved and their inspiring stories
Not everyone has a happy ending or even an ending at all
Cassandra wished she would end
But her story seems never ending
Always will she stand in the shadows and stare at the dance hall
Living in her past forever
END
Pain is all she has left in her forgone existence
So she will feed the inferno that is her brokenness
And she will starve her desires
Her lack of hope will crack the stone beneath her feet
she will climb in and lay there
Looking up at her end
Stuck between death and the desire for something worse.
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