Dancers of the Dark

Guitar strikes it first chord,
Notes that sends the shiver of delight,
Leaves a perfect resonance in the air,
Embracing all the bewildered eyes,
The anticipation for the butoh dancer,
Left or right,
Upstage or backstage,
No one knows where she or he will come out..

She descends motionless to the stage,
Gliding like a ghost,
Her back facing all eyes,
Sparkling gown strewn with diamonds,
Worn the other way,
White feathery wig,
Swaying with each step,
Soft white fabric sweeps the floor,
White ribbons dangles from the waist,
Hugging a bunch of fresh lilies..

Psychidelic music heightens,
As she stretch her right arm out,
Diamonds decorates the back of the palm,
How it twinkles underneath the lights,
A surreal feeling,
As if meeting the beautiful creature,
From the faerie world,
Skin painted in white..

She took a slow turn,
As if the world has stop time,
All the gasp and flashes,
A white face with no expression,
Sparkles occasionally from ornaments,
Eyes partially closed,
His white chest bares,
How petite and beautiful are those hands,
Every part of the body,
Every single cells,
Controlled moves and twist,
Not any ordinary dancer could perform...

Point blank emotion on the face,
A morbid fascination,
Eerie yet so beautiful,
The butoh bride...