She dances, commanding-
The moon in her eyes
She sways with the gaze
Of great men at her thighs.
She sings to a mantra
No weak heart could bear
Her arms ride the windfalls
That carry her hair.
Her grace is astounding
To silence a beast
Her lips could demand
Every hand in the east.
Her eyes are the fire
Of dragons of old
Her voice is a fable
That countless have told.
Her mind is the nether
No end to its start
With every performance
Her presence is art.
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