Her youthful beauty flickered flaming greed
as driven suitors waited patiently.
Too pretty for her own good, they would say
as she succeeded them all graciously.
It was as if on the day she was born,
her mother taught her to tap quickened heels
before her feet learned to keep time with life.
Her beauty diminished by confusion
as people feared an inner mystery
that drove her to dance plagued by cruel judgement;
Beaten by harsh drums to an accompanied fife.
People viewed her careless passion as strange
and jealous words began to bite and stab.
The girl that understood the world yet with
a troubling laugh dismissed their words of drab.
It was as if on the day she was born,
her mother taught her to tap quickened heels
before her feet learned to keep time with life.
Her beauty diminished by confusion
as people feared an inner mystery
that drove her to dance plagued by cruel judgement;
Keeping beat to the drums with an accompanied fife.
The relentless blows of a ticking clock
and desirous hands drove her to her doom
where after years of abuse she was found
Weeping alone in empty living rooms.
For her passion through expression warns all,
of the unique and happy life of Esther Fogg.