This poem won me the right to use the title Poet Laureate, and put me into the top 10 poets and poems in the world
The Dance
And the dance it went
forevermore
On dew draped leaves
on forest floor
And each dancer knocked
upon a cottage door
and the dance it swelled
by one soul more
And the dance it swept
throughout the town
Each foot keeping beat
each face a frown
And the fairies they laughed
at the antics of men
As the dance wound from the town
down into the glen
And onwards they marched
each foot to the beat
Until naught did remain
'cept the tapping of feet
And the silence it reigned
the dance is no more
and the dancers, they dance
forevermore
