The lighter flickers in the alley mist, a Lionel Richie wannabe dancing in the idea of his dream. Gathering stalk, she stays upon the hill looking down watching the scene unfold in terrored delight. The sight was surreal as the moon danced in the clouds peering down at us in everlasting light. The night was thick. Heavy with sweat he danced through the alley, a glistening disco ball with curled hair. The stares he got he did not care, such delight he felt in the power of this sight. Flight was not an option as they gathered all around to see the dancing man in the round. The sound was deafened by her laughs overhead flying in linen ruby red. Her head crowned with thickest honey dew she spewed laughter and joy to those glad and true. He fell back upon his ass and glared into the sky. They dance round and round ecstasy so high. The night was given unto the winner Joey Bly.  His moves were stellar.