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A Dance They Never Planned

By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual WarriorPublished about 3 hours ago 2 min read

Verse 1

They gathered in the shadows,

Whispered curses in the pines.

Thought their venom’d make me wither,

Thought their spite would break my spine.

But I’ve danced with darker spirits

Than the ones that bear their names—

And I learned to raise the thunder

When the night wind fans the flames.

Pre-Chorus

I don’t need to claw or curse,

I don’t need to bow or plead.

I just let my boots start pounding

Till the earth remembers me.

Chorus

Sometimes the best revenge

Is to dance the devil down.

Let ‘em watch me stomp the floorboards

Till the whole damn ridge resounds.

I’ve got fire in my footsteps,

Joy they’ll never understand—

Sometimes the sweetest vengeance

Is a dance they never planned.

Verse 2

They tried to drown my spirit

In the cold creek’s iron grip.

But I rose up crowned in moonlight

With a hymn upon my lips.

They wanted me to tremble,

To kneel beneath their spite—

But I spun so wild and fearless

Even ghosts stepped back in fright.

Pre-Chorus

I don’t need their crooked stories,

I don’t need their bitter praise.

I just let my shadow lead me

Through a thousand haunted ways.

Chorus

Sometimes the best revenge

Is to dance the devil down.

Let ‘em watch me stomp the floorboards

Till the whole damn ridge resounds.

I’ve got fire in my footsteps,

Peace they’ll never understand—

Sometimes the sweetest vengeance

Is a dance they never planned.

Bridge

Let the rafters shake and shudder,

Let the old bones start to rise.

I’ll be swirling through the graveyard

With a wildfire in my eyes.

Every step becomes a warning,

Every sway a sovereign claim—

I don’t rise by tearing others,

I rise by calling down the flame.

Breakdown (Spoken, low and slow)

Hear that drum beneath the mountain

Hear that heartbeat in the clay

Hear the whisper of the ancestors

Saying dance your own damn way.

Final Chorus

Sometimes the best revenge

Is to dance the devil down.

Let ‘em watch me glow like embers

While their bitterness drowns out.

I’ve got thunder in my footsteps,

Light they’ll never understand—

Sometimes the sweetest vengeance

Is a dance they never planned.

Outro

So I’ll keep dancing in the moonlight,

Let the whole ridge hear me say—

Sometimes the best revenge

Is to dance the night away.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior

Thank you for reading my work. Feel free to contact me with your thoughts or if you want to chat. [email protected]

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