#inherdeathbyzhay On her bare feet, she sang and danced. She swirled gleefully and knew no fear. Suddenly, she was grabbed by an unknown She tried to break free with much pain to bear. But eventually taken to a place she knew nothing of; In the dark room, she bitterly cried, "why am I here? " Then a figure spoke in a familiar voice, "Give the underground lords the treasure you own. It will be an exchange for your freedom" Perturbed, she spoke, "The treasure of pure love I've known, What is the gain trading it for the inglorious? O treacherous guardian, may evil writhe your bone". The man smirked coldly at the bold-faced frightened lady "Philomena, you will be sold out for meat. Prepare yourself for the trade ritual; Your fate is now tied to dance to our beat. Make those great graceful glamorous moves, And flow in tune even in the fiercest heat". As the cold traitor left, she said to herself,
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