Dance of Fire

She held her torch slightly raised
Vigilant, yet vastly unsure
She watched the the slivers of light dance on the withering trees which were running from the coming cold
Stillness, was the only living thing within the slender forest around her
She absorbed it all with an unknowing, yet.. memorable sense of unease
The crystals of ice within the air crept down the crest of her neck, like a hand. Claw.
She began to walk, slow, unsure, the forest floor crunching beneath every step
Her arm, quivering under the new found weight of the torch, brings the shadows to life.
She goes without conscious, not knowing what she's looking for
The ebony sky glistened above her, an oblivion with not a star to be seen.
The moon stands alone, looking frightened, desperate
The girl, unsteady, looking for a conclusion to a problem unknown, heads towards her own lost thoughts

Her torch, like her, is down to only a dim, weakened flame.
The torch keeps burning, where the girl has a choice to
She looks on, to only see what seems to be the endless journey through the ghostly pale trees
She glances down, seeing her feet bloodied and worn, torn across countless hours of wondering
She drifts upon a clearing among the densely packed skeletons
She pauses, before nostalgia hits her as a train
She inhales sharply, stumbling, struggling to breathe
Her body turns off, she recedes into her own mind
She ruptures, her mind breaking
The only thought, "this is home"
She intakes it all at once, remembering with pain of the ships, the beasts.
They came for her happiness, to deprive her and her tribe of their ways.
Those lustful, vile hearted beasts who stole the culture of so many

They had dissected the very essence of her people, degrading the minds of many to ash from the fire they spoke of
She turned towards her torch and stared at the flame.

She dropped it.

The soft thud onto the dry leaves ignited a burst of flame.
She watched, the fire spreading over the hallow bodies of the dead forest.

She began to dance the dance of her people.

The flame started spreading among the disease ridden trees.

She danced.

Flames of her ancestors leaped around her, wisps of their essence spreading with hunger.

She danced.

The graveyard of memories was soon encapsulated by fire.

She danced.
She danced until she was no more.
She danced, the dance of fire