Exton

Keon rises and leans close to Ob, asking him something in a low tone. Moments later, Ike is talking to the band and they are setting aside their instruments. As one the gargoyles rise and head to the stage, Keon in their midst. Ike leans close to the mike, putting on her stage voice. The sultry tones slide across the room.

"Forgive us, friends and fiends, for there has been a request. Since our Cousin is among us tonight, and has given us the pleasure of her grace, we have a gift for you. For those who know us only as staff and family of the owner, let me assure you, we do know how to play." There is general laughter. "With us tonight, is Keon Blackthorn, a Sidhe of the Court of Night, and he has a gift for Silk."

Silk slides from the booth and stands in the middle of the dance floor. Keon drops to one knee and bows his head before her. Ob's voice slides from the darkness."Will you dance for us once more, Cooza?"

She nods and Keon rises. Ike's voice carries on. "This song is written and sung by a man named Tom Smith. Yes my friends and fiends... it is his name. One would think he had seen our cousin at work. without further ado, I give you Keon and..." Her voice rises on each syllable,"Mon-Te-Ne-GRO!!!!!!!!"

Arabic rhythm starts, and Silk begins to rolls her hips in the traditional movements of belly dance. Keon's tenor begins and she spins on the first step of the chorus.

I remember her eyes, as dark as the skies
In the desert an hour before dawn.
Her throat would hum like the skin of a drum
With a battle coming on.

She never would speak, she'd be thought of as weak
if a word of endearment was said.
And we swore on our lives not to take off our knives
Even as we made love in her bed.

But she would not dance for me.
Never for romance, you see.
She was raised in an ancient land,
With ancient ways I did not understand.
Her eyes would glaze with blood at hand...
But she would not dance for me.

I was entranced when I first saw her dance --
Such beauty, grace and gore!
With her curving swords she struck down lords
Who thought they knew of war.

But I thought of sin and the sheen of her skin
And the smoulder of her glance,
And it burned my soul beyond all control
That she still refused to dance.

But she would not dance for me,
Even though I begged to see.
She gave me all else that she had,
But that one exception drove me mad.
She danced for scum while armor-clad...
But she would not dance for me.

As we cut a swath through an empire,
As she danced 'cross a continent,
Each day it grew harder and harder
To not have her dance in our tent.

To see her whirling in saffron, in desire,
To see her sink to her knee,
To see her eyes filled with ardor,
To see her focus her passion on me.

Then a battle came, left a city in flame
And separated us two.
And a sweet young maid whose life I'd saved
Whispered "I shall dance for you".

I was tired and weak, and the rose in her cheek
And her scent of tamarind
Set my blood on fire, I forgot my desire
For a whirling desert wind.

The dawn was fine with figs and wine
And that harlot by my side.
She'd begun again to dance for me when
The tent flap was flung wide.

My desert flower had her scimitar
And a new glint in her eye.
She slew the slut with a single cut
Then turned and whispered, "why?"

You would not dance for me.
It's consumed me, can't you see?
And you do not shed a single tear,
And I don't know why but I feel no fear
As for one last time, you draw near...
And at last you dance for me.


She stretched her arms and revealed her charms,
Robes fell in a silken splash.
With heavenly grace and death on her face
Her blades began to flash.

She was sand and dust and heat and lust
And wind and will and war.
She was pliant and warm, defiant, a storm,
She was all men want and more.

She was love and life and the flash of a knife
And the dance of blood on steel,
But she'd sought escape in a mortal shape...
And found me... and begun to feel.

In her burning eyes and the thundering skies,
I knew what she'd kept from me,
What she'd tried to prevent, but I would not relent....
And now she let me see.

And that is all that I can recall,
I've seen nothing since that night.
But though I'm blind, she fills my mind
And I cannot quench the sight.

Everything I was is a long-lost cause,
Every dream a might-have-been,
Yet had I one chance for one last glance...
I'd watch her dance again.

She would not dance for me,
And I should have let that be.
There are forces far beyond the ken
Of foolish, selfish mortal men.
I can't look past the moment when
At last she danced for me.


At the final words, the blades cross before her chest. Head bowed, Silk sinks to her knees with the moan of the desert wind. There is silence, absolute silence. The one person claps, followed by another, then another until the everyone is on their feet. Silk rises, spinning the blades, and the scimitars are gone, as if they never were.