The Red Shoes

Lying on a shelf in a house quite far away hidden in a linen and tucked away to stay lies a heel of cherry leather with a trim of gold brocade. The shoes of sweet and delicate curves is a sweet toned bobble that simply serves to keep calm and of course remind her. Remind her, a woman, long since young long ago she spun and swung 'tis a trinket of the times she had fun Years ago this simple, pretty face danced around in Germanic grace not a care disgraced her face soon came times that were hard for certain on her radiant dance there fell a curtain her life grew hard and then uncertain evil men grew in her world she lost her dream of when she leaped and twirled afterall, now she was just one lonely girl after a time spent in hiding she escaped, and henceforth guiding others into a land void of fighting and now, free, she sits alone her story may not be well known at least she is safe, though far from home in her age her talent fled no longer do her toes swiftly tread but she still has memories, which will never be dead all from those dancing shoes that were red.