Young Writers Society

The spell remains unbroken
The words have been spoken
The magic has been released. . .
The moment has seized
The Fire Dancer

Standing strong and steady
She's nearly ready
On the cold floor she stands with her bare feet
That would soon be consumed by heat
The oil falls like a demanding beat..
Falling on the shining yellow sands
Where she stands, and she rises her hands..
Up into the air..Her black cloak..Falls to reveal fiery red hair...
She calls to the stars, she calls to the winds: To come and console her!
Her heart is the fuel
The Black Coal
And the darkness of her Soul,
Takes control
Reaching for the Light..
In this deep dancer's Night.
The gems in her green eyes...
Was the gift from the skies.
Waiting for the night sign. .
Sipping on red wine,
The patient silence would soon come to an End.
When into the sky a power she'll send...

The music starts to play, ringing with an enchanting sound
To her wrists the poi is bound.
She closes her eyes..And thinks of that boy.
And then arrives the power.
The dancer's hour...

And in the sky a single star sparkles a little to bright.
And she knows..the moment is right.
On the floor she hits her heels..
In control is how she feels.
The flame torch falls
The fire is released! From its hidden walls.
It cackles and reaches Higher.
The might glorious Fire!
The poi moves with the rythm of her arms
Her feet are protected from harm
But in fire her feet wont get burnt
She's token control, She has learnt
The way of the red, orange and yellow..
Her body moves and grows with the fire's flow.
She's in an un-awakening trance.
She's dancer. Rider. Of the fire's dance.
The music's end is drawing near..
Leaving warm flames, she burns with fear
From her eyes..fall the water. The tears.
Falling on every strong flame,
Everyone different, yet the same.
The skies are pleased with her..
But now the red waves are becoming smaller...

The flames break into fire droplets and then merge into smoke.
Smoke: the fire's darkness, much more powerful...she starts to choke.
Changing from grey to black. It's much more stronger
Rising higher and higher...Going on longer,
Vanishing into the waiting skies
Carrying her hopes, dreams, fears and cries.
And all that's left now is the dusty Ashes.
In her eyes the fire still flashes,
'Accept my wishes, untouchable ones..' she whispers as the smoke grows lighter.
And then falls back to the controlling world, which she accepts as a dancer, not fighter...