Dance For Me

• Olivia Aston, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2020

The power of names,
Used to kill and maim.
Worry not little one, I refuse to allow any harm to befall you,
I wish only the best for you.

Protection in exchange for one small favour.
Relinquish your control, release your mortal fragility.
Utter your name into my ear.
That’s it little one.

Go make merry tonight,
I vow the fae will not interfere.
My plans are too vital,
Nothing will deter from attaining my prize.

I lean forward, my lips brush against your ear.
My words honeyed as I croon your name, instinctively you tense.
Worry not darling, let us continue the festivities,
Dance for me little one.