the mask, the face and the mirror

a slide becomes a fall, but not the great fall, just a rabbit hill bump. hiccup away that stump growing behind, like roots seeking earth deep. and earth is hard, unrepentful when the sun beckon, she must obey to that life long dance though she too would like to be center stage. not this time, then earth goes off course, into space, dizzy silly space with empty lines carved into a dancer's feet making contact on a ballroom floor. she is pristine, holds her head haughty like because the audience is holding their breath as she makes a fast dash towards a burning circle from a magician's breath. gets caught in the middle, one side protruding out while her middle is in between fiery flames tickling away and she is trying to stifle a giggle when the breath is sucked in, a magician falters when stardust no longer answered to words of power. they settled idly on the rug while his animated hands casts at a circle no longer hot. then the dancer breaks free from inertia strong. falls on the other side of the world, where amazing knights treat her wounds. i am no lilith she says, with tears welling up when armors are shed, duties forsaken for here a damsel surely does need help. whence forth did you come? but her head shakes slowly for she no longer remembers. a forgotten brick sits right by her, within it trapped inside is her name though she knows it not. then the gentleman tended to her illness, for white as marble she was, ashen even as time hummed away. a kingdom got taken that night when fine knight did not show up, still the maiden knew not what was sacrificed, with each day growing longer till stardust began to glow around the air when sacrifice was made. bump, thud, ouch as a gentleman is roused from slumber, to awaken with roses red towering taller than the sky. a dancer remembers her moves, tilts on her ankles, playfully pirouettes on petals covering a sea of red. then sinks into oblivion with a startled sigh, a twin image emerges forth and such was the speed that the eyes saw not changes made. how sweet your dance, the restful man lay calm in his wonderings while lilith did rouse and spice. dancing away till the now old magician called from the other side: come back, i think i got the spell right. then lilith did circle back to flames igniting once again, while her dress got caught by fire, since it was holy flame. amused, delighted she pranced around a befuddled spell caster who knew not what to do with an immortal. but at least the enchantment sputtered out with red swirls bringing back the real. human form. louder, higher, more fevered pitches when the swine ran down hill, past fortified gates and rammed into lilith who dissipates with a shriek for pigs are something she really could not tolerate. what foul beasts. then the red leached out of circle bringing back an old friend who got caught halfway again, tickled and giggling she made a face to a breath of hot air: you never believe what i saw on the other side! and then the knight who no longer needed knighthood stepped forth too - having found roses a lot better. blank face magical being with waxed body dripping, can't really handle demons, he sputters. notices his stardust have left with lilith whose face sometimes appears in petals overflowing: and her face was just like the dancer, the knight and the magician.