I hold my head high, my will strong, and my smile wicked.
I twirl and sing the songs that must be sung.
I dance for the company of beasts that I hold a single obligation towards.
I hold myself well in the presence of wolves and yet, I know I am but a piece of flesh for gnawing eyes.
So I dance with fire in my blood and ice in my eyes.
with amber in my hair and a clover in the back of my mind.
I dance to feed the wolves.
I dance to feed myself.