Bloody tears poured down from the maiden's eyes.

They slide down her face and enter my mouth; swimming towards my throat.

I open my eyes and find myself in a giant ballroom.

Latin American music blares in my ears, as shadows of people spin around; moving with the rhythm.

I spy the maiden in the center of the room; her feet moving fiercely with the music.

She spins, twirls, and bends as her hands are molded together with a stranger.

That sensual movements in her hips and the fiery look in her eyes show extreme dedication, but I think back to her tear-rimmed face and ask myself where did her passion go