Finally the windancer finds her rhythm and suddenly she begins to move. Almost unconsciously her feet start to pick up the beat and deftly, in a single swift stroke she discards the notions of a god. Demi or not.

Night throws carelessly
My thoughts asunder
Scars on my soul become
Whispers in the wind
I begin to dance
I am the wind
The wind is me
I am the windancer
And this is my song