An Ode to a Star

The beauty of her flow
limber limbs and muscle tone
Infused with the magic of sound
of chants to Gods and Beauty abound

There is a fire in her eyes
a furnace in the soul
it drives her forward
a spirit of defiance
tampered with a love for life

the music permeates the air
she grasps and whips it around
a shroud that wisps over her
and settles into the contours of youth

With each magic thrust
has the attention captured
of an audience enraptured
by the marriage of sound and limb
to create a timeless essence
of beauty effervescent

And with the final step
the shroud settles into a light sheen
she transforms into a statue of pure light
as if afixed by the gaze of an envious medusa

Thus in the realms of cosmic chaos
the god of dance proclaims himself hoarse
hear ye'all raised is the bar
A new year has been greeted
by the Dance of a Star