Dans Grotesque
En pointe, she pauses, arabesque
This mistress of the Dans Grotesque
Mistake her not for mere burlesque
Her beauty is but skin deep
Terpsichore imbued her grace
The Gods gave her the perfect face
But power from a darker place
Forever her spirit keeps
A siren meant to take men's hearts
Entice them with her graceful arts
Then shatter them in many parts
That their very souls be reaped
En pointe, she pauses, arabesque
This mistress of the Dans Grotesque
By Desert Knave
© 2012 Desert Knave
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