Angels in FlightAngels in Flight
Warm, lazy, they all sat on the warm stone floor.
When a feller, who was quite the looker, began to do a jig.
His tinted spectacles chilled the hall, he was sharp.
He soon had a few others dancing with him, matching his every move.
The music began to play, and a young girl approached him.
She was clad in auburn and black furs, and wore a necklace for good luck.
The older man caught eye and beckoned her to joust with him.
A battle of the feet she accepted.
The angels were in flight, their feet ablaze on the stone floor.
He, embracing the Irish step and she, the flamencos passion.
Their eyes met only briefly, and afterwards they knew each other entirely.
Then someone set off the fireworks.
Soon everyone was dancing or just running around.
A few broke out the ale, and spiked eggnog from the recent winter celebration.
The drunken euphoria magnified as the music grew louder, the steps bolder, and the fireworks, brighter.
The angels in flight sang one