The Whirling Doll

I danced a Tarantella
With a different sorta fella;
Distinct with burning eyes and burning soul
Scarce had I to test him than did
A Gavotte best him, and that’s when my spirit took a stomach-turning roll

I danced with all the richest
Each with his little love-nest;
they tried to pull me straight from floor to bed
But the floor they decorate,
and to set the record straight,
I only broke their hearts,
and not their heads.

I came here to dance!
And to twirl to Gypsy fiddle
But somewhere in the middle,
I did lose much of my way

They say I left a hundred bodies
But to be fair, all the rum toddies
Were poisoned by my sister, not myself
There’s no need now for locks;
I’ll return to my music box,
and like my sister,
I’ll be quiet
on my shelf.

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Jeff Mach is an author, playwright, event creator, and certified Villain. You can always pick up his bestselling first novel, "There and NEVER, EVER BACK AGAIN"—or, indeed, his increasingly large selection of other peculiar books. If you'd like to talk more to Jeff, or if you're simply a Monstrous Creature yourself, stop by @darklordjournal on Twitter, or The Dark Lord Journal on Facebook.

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