The Ball

The third part of the story "Alive but Dead"

She was the belle of the night

She was sure of it

The dazzling lights surrounded her

She felt her life in ecstasy

Overwhelming, capturing

And for the first time, she danced

Danced till her legs felt weak

Danced to whoever got her hand

Danced to whoever was willing

As the night grew old

A young prince came 

As he laid his eyes on her 

The mademoiselle on the dance floor

His heart took hold of his head

He got her hand for a dance

And was ecstatic himself

She was the loveliest thing

And she will always be

But the mademoiselle must leave

For the night

She went home with a promise from him

"I promise I'll see you again"

"I'll be waiting"

And she slept feeling like a princess

A princess on her debut

And for the first time, she felt warm inside...

(to be continued) 

Author's Note

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