A/N: This is another Mistoffelees poem, but I decided not to rhyme this time. Tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: Do you honestly think that I own Cats? That's right, I thought not.
Dancers
We danced as one
She, the angel, white and pure,
I, the trickster, the imp disguised
As a gentleman in my suit.
We glided across the junkyard floor
Two ghosts in the midnight hour,
Two doves over the heads of
The astonished crowd,
Cheering and crying out for more
While the magician gives an all-knowing smile.
We were surrounded by many
Gazed upon by dozens of green,
Of gold, of amber pinpricks in the darkness,
Yet we were alone.
Then suddenly, we were not;
He came, oh philosopher's namesake,
My rival, my foe, my wicked adversary.
He swooped in like a hunting falcon
And snatched my angel in his talons.
Higher and higher and higher he flew,
Above the din of the tribe's celebration,
Into the light of the dazzling moon.
He stole my treasure, my dove away,
She followed without a second glance.
I prayed that once she would look my way,
But our star-lit eyes never did meet.
I was now truly alone in the darkness
But I would never admit defeat.
Instead, I continued to fly through the air
And dance away my loss and sorrow.