Danse Macabre

A/N - This is for the OSA drabble challenge #11 - 'Dance'


Nature's pull dragged down their writhing forms. Flames cavorted gleefully round them both and licked the Istar's flesh. Then they plunged into darkness. The fires hissed and died. The Servant of Flame now writhed in slime and shadow. The gavotte continued in the icy waters. Two Maiar struggled on in that unwholesome gloom. They circled each other, embracing and turning. And not even when they reached the very bottom, which none had seen save the unspeakable creatures who dwelt in that dark, did their dance cease. It could not end, lest one of them had victory, and the other death.