© Abby Ryan
They sway in the most oddly fashion/ Their bodies intertwined like woven magic./ Holding on to a godless passion/ Everything they do is with uneven logic.
Their steps are forever in motion/ Never seeming to be out of place./ Though occasionally they take a moment for a dire potion/ It is forever them that move in sinister grace.
It is they I see after the darkness hour/ When the moon should shine as pail as their skin/ But she is hidden by our power/ That dark power we hold within.
So they move and move as they may/ Until forever turns into a new day.
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who is dancing with Sheva in this one?
Alecia, not evreything Tar writes is about Sheva. this one is just about a party one night & he felt inspired to write this poem.