The General and the Dancer

Like a child, I dance
While you play your game,
I feel the rhythm and move to the beat
As I sway
You lay claim,
To mock battlefields and lofty wars as the tempo dips
and bends
I stretch and lift and you curse
Throwing the board and scattering pieces and peace
Like a child who knows the game can't be won
(Or a general who knows the battle is hopelessly
lost)
But I am a dancer skilled in verse
And this mind owns images of hope in lands that
you could never hope to even lease