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Monday, June 30, 2008

A story of Helena

Her feet started moving,

with grace and poise

beauty and skill

her feet moved to the rythm, the melody

and the silent pauses.

she lost herself in a world of her own

away from the tall dark walls

away from the cold untouched walls

away from the bitterness of the world.

With her ears and mind filled with only the melody

she continued dancing till the sun beams shone through her only view of the outside world,

the only window that was in the room

cause where she found peace

is also the place where she found despair.

she stopped dancing and plopped herself down on her makeshift bed

sunrise again, the torment will begin once more

the seemingly endlees brutality of her captors

if only she could get free.

all she ever wanted was to dance

to perform onstage and live a life of the rich and famous

and as gullible as she is,

she got tricked into this dark and dangerous world

hidden beneath the surface of human eyes

No one will ever see her dance

that she promised herself

until the day her feet are able to roam the streets once more.

it was day seven for her,

a hostage of the war going on amongst the two kingdoms

all she wanted was to dance,

to see light once more

to listen to wonderful compositions and let her feet take her away.

but now all she was allowed was the miserable gramophone

if only she could get free .

but no matter how many times she tried

it was impossible to escape the fortress that held her within

within these ancient walls

was the potions room

she needed to stop the torment right now

it was too much, too much to handle

she needed to get out

she needed to dance on the streets

she needed to end all this with a single gulp of a potion in the potions room.

all she needed was to get down there.

the only way was to end this

end it with a single gulp and she would dance once more

as the ghost of Helena

-end-

ok i realise this is the worst story i ever wrote, no plot no nothing its horrendous. sheesh

inspiration from My chemical romance helena thanks to MCR from making such great music

-and the ghost of helena continued living-

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