'flamenco'

In swirling crimson maelstrom She spun her magic spell With guitars stringent chords Highlighting tale The tempest of her torment Displayed upon the stage Her moves reflecting flashes Of her rage The black stiletto rhythms Thundered loud upon the stage Echoed by her partner of the dance Pulse ardour through the audience And enrapture all who watched Dismissing awestruck eyes With haughty glance With awesome execution She whirled with fervent Fire Sparking flames of passion as she turned She seized the heart and squeezed the breath made each heart skip a beat As the audience before her slowly burned The temper tantrum rhythms fading with the fire quieted as the guitars quenched the coal We watched in admiration as a muted storm blew out leaving in its wake a spent and smould'ring soul