Dancing Shepards and Dancing Wolves

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There's this guy that insists that I dance with Him.
I've known Him my entire life,
and People are all abuzz about His dancing.
I've danced with Him before,
But I couldn't tell if I like His style or not.

I will say that He's got some serious rhythm,
but He LIVES for dancing with me.
He's always wanting to dance together.
But We only dance battles lately.

He insists of us practicing tango
And I'm not allowed to do it a los bordellos
He scolds me when I'm not practicing,
Even in my studies, I find guilt with myself.
I should be dancing with Him.
Everyone says I should be dancing with Him
Everyone says I shouldn't be dancing with Him.

But today, I found myself dancing,
It wasn't with Him,
It wasn't against Him, either.
I was dancing against another,
A dance FOR Him.

The challenge was sudden,
I, the challenger, was challenged.
Practice was over,
Time to see what Learning I had managed.

I had been dancing less and less up until now,
But at the drop of a hat, I was back.
Out of respect, I did my bow;
At attention was every vertebrae in my back.

We squared off. We stepped off.
Me with my staff; all fangs and claws, was He.
He intimidated me before,
But the beat was inside,
With nowhere hide,
I seized this ballroom floor.

He pounced, I kicked,
He clawed, I spun,
He snapped, I ducked,
With each second, I knew I had won.

My staff became a snake.
It complimented every move I would make.
My steps were light,
My staff turned into wings of flight.

He was swift,
his swings would barely miss,
He chomped thin air,
But only missed me by a hair.

I tangoed with Capoeira,
Fused ballet with He Nan Xing Yi Liu,
It was a dance of strange proportions,
My opponent may not even be totally sure what to do.

I dealt the final blow,
Staff struck and struck again.
In a flash I offered my hand,
For even wolves can be turned into trusted friends.

My opponent left and I departed on well-enough terms,
The Sheep had been protected,
I been declared victor, It was confirmed.

I returned to my dance partner,
Who stood by the mirror for rest.
I nodded, and He smiled.
"Good" said He, "Now for the rest."

The music played,
We bordelloed, contemporaried,
Two forces, too bad.
We tangoed like we made the world what it was.