His hand extended, her arms opened as they began to move in time.
He taught her the steps he wished her to learn,
she eagerly sought to please.

The sweet music he played mimiced love.
That facade hung thick in the air like intoxicating smoke,
clouding her mind and dimming the truth.

The tempo demanding as she bent to his will.
His continuous addiction to the ball exhuasting,
while his punishments for her missed steps broke her.

Once spirited she learned the dance,
now countering his movements with hollow familiarity.
as humiliation and fear bind her to him.
Her resentment grows within his embrace.

His song has become poison in her soul.
His touch now acidic and painful as
a cresendo of abhorance sweeps over her
and she dares take steps of her own.

The tones of the music give away the love/hate
of their ballad.
Her rebelious steps grow faster than his own.
No more will she be led.

Forgotten strength takes hold as the beat changes.
Her partner unable to match pace as her own song
grips her and she breaks free of him.

His music no longer plays in her heart.
The years of his relentless and sinister forte are at an end.
Their dance is finally over.