D - Performing in the absence of light

The body sheathed
That stagnant blackness
wreaths my sights and sleeves my wrists
robes me in its wintry mists

Through night's veins
my strokes go coursing
Tear the robe and bear the stain
of the stabs I make, the daubs that rain

upon my canvas
in spite of blindness
I feel my path, I reel and stagger
at every canyon, every jagged rut

Til I'm passed the light
the appreciative eye
adores the effect and whores my despair
locks me in its empty stare

This is the task
I hereby perform
The texture is all I affect with the dance
The colour of the piece a feat of chance