Dancer

The magic of her body
The magic of her soul

With practiced step, a graceful leap,
her strong limbs toned and free, 
the fearless dancer yet did weep, 
for what she had to be. 

Perfection from long practice
The essence of the dance

A wire taut, into the air
the dancer danced above;
while all below dropped to despair,
she rose up to her love. 

And so they fell 
unto her spell. 
A trapdoor into Hell. 

She kissed the sun.
The stage was done. 
And thus the lovers won.