Subj: A Gypsy's Plight
Date: 10/8/00 9:53:07 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Daphne
Well this is another in a long line of "it's
not really fanfic, but it could be" poems. I basically wrote this as part of a
series of poems I'm working on about the holocaust, but I think it works on a
certain level if you look at it as Julianka's plight. For the sake of it being
fanfic I changed only the title. Count Petofi could be the equal of the Nazis
I describe here, though, so here goes....
she silently dances, a wild
silken rainbow igniting the
gutter's cold womb.
entranced by her soul-song,
her body becomes music,
a swaying story of life among demons
once sacred footsteps are
sacrilege made manifest in
the dust of disapproval
hidden shadows mourn as
the death-knell of hatred
strangles her rainbow's fire
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