Dancing Princess Turns Into Stone Queen -- Part 3.
The dances are wild. The old soldier
Gapes under his cloak.
The twelve princesses untie their long
Hair, they untie their corsets, drop them
To the floor. They dance in their sleeveless
Shirts; their feet – in the dancing shoes –
Twirl and jump in ecstasy.
They heave, sigh, laugh and cry,
They cleave to their princes all night.
The music intoxicates, propels the dance
Forward to the brink of madness.
No musician is to be seen. Yet, the music
Plays on and on.