Nine yards of silk
Is usually a sign
In the Alhambra manor
As the grace of a new bride
The pride of her clan
Ran deeper than blood ties
As this fair maiden
Eternally covered her eyes
To hide her curiosities
And to curb her zeal
Of finding the light
The moon reveals
Feeling the blinds
Across her eyes
Brought nothing but madness
Into her new life
The wolves she enchants
From dawn to dusk
Gave them their desires
But she was using up
The fragments in her soul
As it broke further
To feed the wolves
Their eyes always on her
Without her sight
She tried to feel
For the shoes in her closet
And a key she steals
To leave the mansion
And to begin the dance
For her love and her sin
Never did she imagine
That she would get the chance
To bath in the moonlight
If only she was braver
To pull down her blinds
The stars mesmerize
Looking at the fair maiden
Who had broken the chains
Of all but her vision
Mastering the arts
Of seduction and love
She becomes a belle
Of the heavens and above
As she dances on the bridge
With all her soul
She feels the footsteps
Of a familiar fowl
As he comes closer
She takes a step back
Not wanting to leave
Without finishing her dance
While asking for her heart
She refuses to give
He pulls out the ribbon
And agrees to forgive
If she gives him and the wolves
Every drop of her blood
Till they are full
And no longer need her love
Without a choice
She pulls out the laces
Of the only pair of shoes
And throws them in the river
The grace of a nymph
And a pride of a peacock
Felt so useless
When she could not recall
Stepping out of the illusion
While feeling for the wind
Between the gaps of the door
As she finally begins
To sew her final pair
Of shoes, she decides
To bring out her the silk
The only proof of a bride
With the moon watching over
For nine days and nights
Her heart begins to wither
As she finishes sewing by sunrise
Turning on the swan song
And pulling the laces tight
Her pointe was ready
To go on its last flight