Devil’s Dance (Jaga and the Devil #3)

The Ballad

There once was a woman, so strong and proud,

Who hid all her sorrows and never cried.

A haughty brow, an angry curse—

That’s all she allowed others to glimpse.

Along came a man, his heart rotten black.

He lied, schemed, and coaxed, until she cracked.

Out spilled her sorrows, out poured her need.

He kept advancing and making her bleed.

She let him in, the wretched soul,

But he gave her betrayal instead of love.

Hurt beyond hurting, she gave up all

And let her spirit be fractured and torn.

Now here she sits, haughty and cold,

No sorrows to hide, no love to endure.

The man despairs, tortured and lost.

Losing her proved too great a cost.