One day
he found in the attic four wooden plates attached to a tangle of strings and at
its end a little lifeless, broken doll. Beautiful porcelain face, blue eyes,
red locks and pink lips forming a perfect smile.
Hour
after hour he spent on her. Untangling her strings, fixing her, making her
dresses, turning her into a princess. And he'd murmur sweet nonsense in her
hair in the hope of soothing her and bring her back to life.
Slowly
his soft caresses started to effect her and she started to react when he pulled
her strings. Her movements were coarse, his jabs where rough but they slowly
got used to each other and fell into a smooth rhythm. He willed her to dance
and she accepted, for she loved him and was grateful for his patience. Together
they made a perfect match, bringing smiles on everyone's face as they saw here
graceful dance and her lit up face.
But as
time passed he started to get greedy. He wanted her all for himself. He didn't
like all the attention she was getting. Because she basked in others' love and
started to ignore him.
Hurt and
jealousy turned into anger and it instigated revenge. So he went to a
sorcerer's for advice on how to punish her.
The
sorcerer gave him a potion that would make her dance forever. And she drank it
because she trusted him. Thus cursing herself for life and with her he slowly
realised he was cursed as well. For as her perfect smile turned into a frown
his heart cried out for her.
But all
he could do was watch her dance. So he went back to the sorcerer to see what he
could do. And the sorcerer turned him into a puppet and he joined her in the
dance.
And they
belonged to him now but they cared no more. For now they were equals and were
together forever.
Dance for me my puppets
Dance these steps I give
Dance until you can't no more
Dance the dance of death
