Her True Soul Was a Pirate Queen

Waltzing and gliding Twirling and swirling She stopped at the mirror Laughed at her enthusiasm It grabbed a tutu and put it on her. She had not worn one in years. Two stiff short petticoats of excitement later She pirouetted, dancing on her toes through a thick forest The trees bowed to her She laughed again. Feeling a power she had not felt in years. Her true soul became a pirate queen. She found herself wearing belt buckles, Dancing through a swordfight, Determined to get it right this time. Laughter brought attention her way, in the throes of the battle. The others stood back in awe Watching the Pirate Queen dance Across their ship, taking prisoners one at a time. Captivating everyone with her enthusiasm.