There was a time
When shadows danced
And light found romance
In the curve of a back
Or the crook of a neck
Or the swing of an arm
Or the kick of a leg
Or the roll of a head--
a symphonic sway of spoils
In the first blood spilled
In the last breath willing
In the still of the night
In the pride of the work
With the will of the wild
Salvation is naked and
for the taking, post dancing
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