• The curtains rise, while the lights flicker on. The beauty, and ingenuity of the dance. It moves with grace of a feline and yet It stumbles like a new born doe. It fleets around all things humble or enormous. It’s begins with rudimentary designs, expanding to be foremost the most exotic ever. There is no way to miss It, many try to avoid It, in fear of Its feral energy. Yet everyone finds themselves drawn into the Dance.
    Not many trully see It real being. It being so grand and mystic, It becomes unconcerned. Those whom see It, truly doth know It. Their smile lingering in the breeze, It grabs them and breathing them in like air. Friends become part of the play, with many roles, all so very important. With an arm of peace and passion, It extends Itself around those It loves.
    It flaunts It’s beauty, yet doth not allow anyone near It. It’s open to all, yet hides as well. Loves many, but rarely shows it. It protects Itself with a shield and armor, like a high and mighty tower covered in angelic dust. And only the most trusted may step into Its' spotlight. It learns from the errors of Its past, and shines on in a new reign of a glorious future. It watches wearily with much speculation of others, yet doth not judge anyone on site. For all faces, like mine has a mask, waiting to be uncovered.