Dead Dance

* this is a challenge poem as set out by Silent One DEAD DANCE The chatoyant sky shimmered like abalone As they gathered around the Infinity Stone. Calling the spirits of place the master chants, Ayahuasca the vine sends him into a trance. His natural wisdom handed down through the ages, Riding the ‘rios de luz’ to speak with the sages. Cynosure in this cosmic dance, No glamour in the shadows where the dead dance. The Dead Dance. Between two worlds the shaman walks And with animal spirits he frequently talks. He journeyed tonight to retrieve a lost soul He’d enter the Earth through a snaking hole. This wounded warrior has seen many scars, The past and future laid out among the stars. Most times he’d return, he took his chance, There’s no guarantees where the dead dance. The Dead Dance. With his luminous body he followed the river And soon came upon a demure, lissome figure. She was a charming ingénue, mischievous eyes, Full of the Moon telling Gilgamesh lies. Her mellifluous voice softened his beast She promised all of his wishes lay at her feet, Stay there with her in sempiturnal romance. No salvation needed where the dead dance. The Dead Dance. But this medicine man was stronger than most, No panacea found in this beguiling ghost. Tricksters abound in every dimension, The trick is to not be fooled by perception, He stayed true to the Path, found the soul he sought, His mission was clear for his client he fought, Risked his own life in the strange happenstance He vowed he’d return from where the dead dance. The Dead Dance.