Definition of a Suicide Dancer

There is a contest run by someone who has the extremely bad taste to call her/himself "perfectionist".

I once knew a man,
Who danced like none can.
He was wild, he moved well.
His dancing put me under a spell.

I wish I knew,
Or had a clue,
Why he rushed about.

But as it was,
He was the buzz,
Of the studio he owned.

He went through windows,
Strode off rooftops ever bold,
He moved with grace though he was quite old.

I marveled at him,
The way he flew!
His antics would have amazed anyone,
Even you.

The Suicide Dancer, they called him.
For surely his stunts made death his whim.

Why was he reckless, what was the game?
To this day i wonder: what was his name?

You see, he died, The Suicide Dancer.
I wasn't there, I know not the answer.

Still I try to move the way he did.
Alas from me, his secret has hid.

I still doubt,
I'll figure out,
How he tread so free.

One day, I wish,
You would show me.

Reviews

[Pomegranate]

i think this is wonderful.

i've always admired writer's whose poetry managed to rhyme [it is a feat i myself have greate difficulty accomplishing.]

i think it is the rhyme scheme that makes me like this so much. the subject is interesting [i want to know more about this suicide dancer!] and the piece very well written.