Wing Dance
Stamp stamp stamp
My feet are moving, moving, moving
My arms sway to the beat of the drums
And my feet hit the ground with each new stamp
Why am I dancing…?
I do not know.
A phoenix is carved in the stone beneath my feet,
Feet that trace the curve of the wings themselves
Pain. Searing pain.
Wings. Wings erupting from my back!
Red and gold, silver and blue
I am the Phoenix
I am the Lunix
One wing to the right,
Red and gold flashing in the sun
One wing to the left,
Shining in the moon glow.
Life and death.
Birth and rebirth.
That is who I am,
And who I am not.
I am my spirit guides!
