Hollowdancing I


She followed her soul
	silverstrand flowing
To the warm cave
To the place where walls grew close, and dark, and pure
	deepsong calling into night
There she touched center
In the hole there where she dreamt
Her own mind she saw twirling
	hollowdancing
In a place where midnight beckons to the day
While the sky hangs claustrophobic close

	Silver daggerthorns of ice
she wields in those cold and chilling hands
the blue veins in delicate tracery
	circlewords a deadly game
She feints slides taunting
Mindless puppet she
And sees the pattern watching over all
	 blindsight dreaming
These words for the pattern
This well woven war
	dropblood draining this I give you

Chilled as her own suffering
She feasted black and empty
	selfsoul devouring
She searched for the silver thread
	lifeguide leading out of emptiness
She searched the hollow walls
Empty hands as black as bare
She searched her frozen mind
	heartcold spreading now
Cried out to her own world
	lifeguide lost

10/01
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