They are gathering….
No news is out yet… but they knew…
It’s like, a signal, a sensation, a slight twitch in the brow…
A squeeze on the heart, a touch of wind on the whiskers…
Another one had passed…
From all over the world they came… to this small town…
No one noticed them…they moved in the dark…
Like shadow in the dark tunnels, invisible…
Eerie…
Sad, furious, helpless… all they could do was moan..
For the deceased couldn’t be revived…
And the murderer would never know,
How painful it was, to loose someone…
And thus, they danced…quietly…
Around the field, under the bright moonlight…
Like an enchantment, purifying the tortured soul…
Like a farewell piece of art, saying, goodbye…
Wind blew…stronger and stronger…
Like the rage in their heart… and the feeling for their companion…
Faster and faster they dance…. Sniff… sniff…
Higher and higher they jumped… sniff… sniff…
Louder and louder they shouted… like a volcano, burst… like a furious sand storm, crushing the tomb…
And then… it stopped…
Nothing had changed… except, another one of them passed away….
Peace… to the deceased rabbit,
Died in hands of incompetent magician…
inspired by,‘homage to the rabbits'
dance choreographed by Wayne Robson, so you think you can dance season 4
2 comments:
OMG. "So you think you can dance" is soooo creative huh! I might have watched one or two episodes from the earliest season, not so glam also.
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yea, season 4 was sooo amazing... all the dances, i practically hav a fallen-off jaw everytime after every each episodes))
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