She danced wildly in the moonlight,
a goddess in the making
with eyes a-fire, hair a halo
and red cuts sliding down her arms.
She was free and she was beautiful
no one and nothing could hurt her.
She was an angel, a goddess, a spirit
as far removed from human pain as love.
Though man had tortured her he had die
more tainted than she could be.
For she is free
apart, set separately from the rest
Her scars are healing now
their marks make her more beautiful-
they were the keys to her prison,
the heels on her dancing-shoes.
She'll dance forever now
as bright as a star.
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