Dedicated to my Lord of the Dance, to the man who inspired this poem, and to all who seek stardom over servanthood. May you learn that to possess joy, one must dance for another's glory.



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Lord of the Dance?

His costume glitters with sequins and jewels
His dancing shoes glisten and shine
The música begins as his dancers dance in,
Feet tapping in rhythmic line

He waits for his cue in the shadows and smiles
He’s hearing the roar of the crowd
The sound of cheers is sweet in his ears
They call to him, clear and loud

(But what is he left with,
When the applause dies away and the...