" The Dancer "

Suspense -- as the lights darken, and silence reigns
Anticipation, impatience, curiosity remain
As the audience in their seats silently ask themselves
What exactly is it they are waiting for?

And as if to answer their question, the curtain begins
In a discreet upward motion, to reveal an empty stage
The lack of color strains the audience's interest
But they are soon relieved once the music starts to play

It starts out very slowly: a simple flute's melody
But the minor key only brings more questions
What is this about? What does it all mean?
Their final stretch of patience is about to break away

And suddenly -- there she is! The dancer
With her soft and graceful entrance, relief
And the flying pink skirt, the sequined hair
Her fluid movement never stopping spinning fills the air

She glides across the stage, the music following suit
A colorful smooth sweet whirling feeling solely swells the room
And forgetting all the stress, the tire from the day
The audience in their seats applaud, like there is no other way

-Ydachikachishiroul-

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Glacian, in the year 341 AF.