Commanded by a hypnotic spell forbidding to resist.
With every move, the red shoes forbid her to stop.
Twirling, round and round, her body cries.
She must perform this ritual dance, obeying its curse.
As a marionette, having no control and being controlled.
Time is dancing past her fast, rain into shine, day becomes night.
The eternal dancing whirls on.
Forever at the mercy of the beautiful red shoes.
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