Dance to the drums, pounding, echoing, reverberating in your bones. Dance to the rhythm of stamping feet, clapping hands, surging blood and dust-filled breath. Dance to the fiddle and the pipe and the wind in the wires that net the disputed ground. Dance for life, for hope, for dreams. Dance for love, for hearts and cheers. Dance for the starlight under the sun. Dance for her, for him, for them. Dance down the fear, the hate, the screams. This is the Arena, where despair contests delight, hope with hate, love and death and desolation. Dance, for life depends on it.