Dancing with each other under the spot light, two of the party find time away from it all the enjoy the moment. Holding each other close and with the fear of drifting apart, they savour the moment.
Hours earlier, in the heat of battle, the bloodshed is excruciating and the visuals intense. Even for the oldest of the clan, there is never an end to the upper limits of pain and joy.
They mourn the fallen and move on as quick as the flickering of the light. It's all entertainment for the show. And the world's a stage with another troupe drifting gently from the rafters ready to bask in their time in the sun.
And they embrace for they know that soon the music will end.
Written on Wednesday, 28 June 2006