The stage is
                  black ink
The stage is
                   pure empty
          and then
          a graceful
          step


As she flows onto stage
                         Her body moves like the ocean's daughters
As she glides across midnight
                         Her skirts move like a million colors of Iris

Oh! The colors
They cry
to the stars
That now
speckle the stage
That rise
from their grave

Blues
         and purples
                       and greens
Of the night
Will not let you breathe
Reds
         and oranges
                        and yellows
Of the day
Are put away to shame

Her dance cannot be compared to another
   What other dance
                  lights the sky
                so magnificent?
    What other dance
                  enchants eyes of
                thousands afar?

And on the horizon
        Her enemy is now returned
                His dark slumber yawns
                        He reaches his fingers
                                  Out toward her stage
                                 And now on her stage
                        The dance comes to an end
                She gathers her skirts
        She takes her quiet bow
Then takes her exit

Her audience
         cries
              cheers
                     howls
Their thunder is deafening


The stage is
                   black ink
The stage is
                   pure empty
          and then
          a jealous
          red