Tuesday, December 25, 2012

the dance

The dancers moved around each other, trailing dark red lines shining brightly in the light from the many braziers, trailing glowing sparks in spirals around the shapes moving at their centre. The dancers’ bodies glistened with the birght, orange glow of the flames, iluminating a small pocket of the warm summernight. Hearts beating with the fervent beat of the huge drums, breath following the softer tunes of flutes, feet thumping to the blast of violins. The sombre spectators watching, attended by silent, dark servants with oiled skin and light, silken and only slightly opaque clothing.

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