The Goblin King

The ballroom was alight with sparkle.
Sparkling crystal glasses, candles held in glowing chandeliers.
Diamonds and pearls were hung gracefully from aristocratic necks
The night had  an aura of  a dream.
She stepped out onto the ballroom floor, turning in a spiral, getting dizzy.
Music swelled with a power of its own, carrying her into the frey.
Never had she experienced such lavish beauty, nor been adorned herself.
Her gown of gold brocade was dipped at the cleavage  in empiric fashion, her waist cinched tight no breath.
​​​​​Tendrils of auburn hair framed her exquisite face.
Then she saw him across the room, beyond the swirling dancers.
With hypnotic grace he held her gaze, then vanished in the mix.
Jareth, the goblin King, the
host of this halloween ball.
He had seen the lass and his heart had sank, not knowing how she felt.
His emerald eyes flashed in desire and his frame held a tension
This ball had been the way to meet her, and now he felt afraid.
He saw her standing alone from the rest, young and unaware.
Choices made in this of nights would change her life forever.