Victorian Castle Poem by Corvette Nezumi Mikazuki

A huge Victorian castle
Dancing, dancing, dancing…
Beautiful dresses sparking under the glissading chandeliers

Everyone so happy
So cheery

Sitting the corner,
Watching the people dancing while listening to the beautiful classical
songs.

I want to dance. Dance with me?
I want to wear one of those beautiful dresses. Will you dance with me?

But, I can’t…
I have no money.
I have no home.
I have no family.
I have no limbs…

Who would want to dance with me?
No-one would…

As I go to leave the castle, wheeling myself out,
Someone touches my shoulder.
Who would touch me? And why would they?

I turn to see who it was,
It was the prince of the castle!
He asked me to dance with him.
Everyone was looking at him like he was insane.
“Why did he ask such scum as her? ”
“She has no legs or arms, how are they to dance? ”
The people would ask, some left purely because he asked a homeless lady to dance.

I shook my head no.
Never had I danced before.
He then asked me to dance once more.
I told him I was knowledgeless of dancing.
He took my nub and began leading the dance.

I closed my eyes,
I felt like all my dreams had come true…
I felt like I was cared for…
Love being such a foreign feeling.

I didn’t care what anyone in the castle thought of me.
I was only 15 being ridiculed by everyone.
But my dream still came true,
No matter how many times I was told it wouldn’t.

I believed.