When she was but a child, she began to dance. Any music or song, gave her that chance. All blessed to see her, knew they were given a gift. Watching her move, your heart and spirit would lift. Twas as if she was Dance itself, given function and form. She could drive out your heartaches, push back a storm. This tiny waif of a girl, if you saw her you could but know. As she got older, that power could do nothing but grow. She grew to a young woman, dancing lighter than air. With a sweet gamin face, and long flowing hair She never did think of leaving her small town. For people came to see her , from all cities around.. Till one day a man of evil, a man filled with greed. Saw her dance and thought. "she's is just what I need'. I can sell tickets, will call her "Natures own flower". I will get wealth, and I know , money will give me power. So he walked to the dancer, and took her by the hands. Said , Come little one, You should be seen in all Lands." To the great city , he took the dancer , that young girl. Made up signs,"See the best dancer of this World". They came and watched, felt a freedom of sense. As they were all awed by her magnificence.
The Dancer by Marc Prudhon
The cheering rose up, making such a great sound. That Ra's sun chariot slowed in its daily round. Ra looked down to see what could give his horses pause. 'Saw a small woman, thought surely this can't be the cause. The greedy one came on the stage, committed a great crime. Saying."She dances better than the Gods of any and all time" When Ra heard this, he became somber and sadden. He knew those old Gods, such words would not gladden. With the mans fateful words , upon the stage there appeared. A Blazing shape , away you must look ere your vision be seared. It faded down to a woman, of beauty and inhuman grace. Clothing of gold, daughter of the Nile showing in her face. "I heard the words of that greedy hearted,evil little man, Tho not your fault, You will have to make a stand. I am Hathor, Goddess of Beauty Music and Dance. You need not best me, you will be given the chance. To follow my movements , throughout my long dance If you do so, then I give my promise to give duty. To bestow you long life, and never fading beauty". To the music of spheres, Hathor twirled, danced and leapt. Beside her, the dancer matched her, movement and step. The dance left the stage, thru the city. place to place. None dreamed mere mortal woman could keep up that pace. As Hathor stopped, Said, You have done your part. You have matched my dance, yours is a pure heart. Hathor raised her arms and gave the dancer the spell. The dancer's tiredness vanished, she suddenly felt well. As she started to sit, They heard a sound from the sky The wings of a great bird, far to huge to possibly fly. Twas Garuda, the Bird of Hindu Gods, and up on its Back. One Burning, One Red Robed, one whose face was black, First walked Agni, God of fire, and none hoped to learn, One gesture from him, the very stones of the city would burn, Robed in Red, Yama , God of Death, from him, none can flee, One touch, one glance of his takes the soul and life from thee,. Kali, many armed, black face, To whom all Chaos is sweet, Death and destruction , to her , are like fruit and meat, As they approached the dancer, she bowed her head,.
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