- The Waltz -

I live for the waltz,
the dance itself
the dusty battlefield thickens my skin,
the sharpening of blades sharpens my hearing,
the sunlight gives distance to my site,
and the crowds roar gives mending to my spirit,
and when the thumb drops,
and the finishing blows are made,
you are alone in the ring,
ah, how I live for the waltz.