Hunting Grounds

Winds picked up, the whirls formed
I could see a hurricane brewing fast
My heart was calm, then was stormed

Clouds of doubt went past

And I stood in stark reality

I previsioned my fall

I would fall and crash my heart

Meeting the one
 

Ionized was the air as the sun set so

quickly
The first song began with thunder

The dancers made their entrance with regality unmatched
Especially one who would steal the night

She was electric, a firework and starburst
Her dance was predatory
For prey, I was first

Beauty, ferocity, relentless eyes of wanting

Her desire set fire to the night

I was engulfed in her flames

Her desire was to forge ahead in dance

Away from a secret pain that haunts her
On the dancing grounds she finds freedom
And a chance to find the one that wants her

She takes pride in her origin and her dance

Letting the drumbeat guide her to freedom
Freedom to display passion

Freedom to hunt 

She will do all she can to find

The one who will love her

Winds pick up again

Fanning the flames of her passion
The song picks up the pace

A smile forms across her face

She is a whirlwind
As the song hits a fever pitch, lightning strikes her soul, she ignites

With one final thunderous beat the song ends

She stops on time in a striking pose

The crowd cheers and war cries are heard

She blows kisses and smiles, tears in her eyes

She looks around, comes to realize
She was born to dance, not hunt for romance

She needs no man...

And I see in her eyes, the glow now shining bright
Her passion sets fire to the night
She knows she has won

And the prize....
was freedom

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