The dancer…

January 23, 2011

A glow,
a soft, orange movement;
a dance,
-destruct Eon herself-
and yet,
contained

A flame,
a curving, swaying, swelling!
beauty…
Alone,
an airy melody,
and deftly played,

til all was raptured
by the red-gold sight

of fire
dancing.

Only Light,

could so hold a man’s

attention,
-so said selfish intention.

For shadows on the wall,
before,
behind,

began to squeeze
the goodness
from his mind,

until imachination
forged the darkling dancer,

and smoke,
from a strangled candle
filled the room.

The shadows held him,
lifeless.
There, the dancer,
had led him to this
blind, bereav-ed doom?

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