The Dance Poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk

Dancing, to and fro,
Dip and turn, swing and jump.
Metal whistling in my ear, pinging in collision,
Ringing, ringing, the beat of the Dance.
Dip and turn, turn and lunge, and dive.
I survive, this deadly Dance, thus far.
The music of cries and the beating of hearts still...
Raging...
God... My God... be my conductor in this hour...
Cut to the bone, stabbed nigh to my heart...
Lord above guide me, guide me in this, teach me as I...
Sway to the tempo of cannon falls and marching feet.
Lord, let me hear the angels sing whether I rise or fall.
Lord I listen for you as the music ends...
Sword falling to the ground, knees crashing upon the soil...
The Dance of blood and fire... done...
As the curtain falls... My eyes grow dim.
Fellow dancers gather round...
Weeping and wailing, some screaming and cursing...
In none of these actions do I partake... For I've no mortal strength.
I whisper my last human prayer...
Thanking God for making me a Blade-Dancer.
For allowing me the grace of the Swans,
The speed of the Snake,
The courage of the Lion,
The faith of a Child,
The hope of a Mother,
The love of a Family...
The dance is done...
I'm coming home, the Earth is below me...
I'm coming home...
One final message to those around...
'Give my family my love.'...
Then nothing more...
The Dance goes on...