The Dancer
It started with the castanets, the fiddler chiming in
He had the sweetest melody, the fiddle by his chin
Suddenly, her face appeared, through mist, between the trees
The crowd stood silently because, the dancer came to please
Her long, dark hair was wild and free, her eyes were dark as night
Her body was a sight to see, so tanned and svelte and light
She leaped around the roaring fire, her graceful movements slow
The firelight inside her eyes, announced another show
The yellow flames licked at her feet, she teased them with her dance
And with the shimmer of her veils, they all fell in a trance
The people swayed from side to side, hypnotically, they fell
A hazy look was in their eyes, caught in the dancer’s spell
They swooned together with the beat, their motion was as one
And they would only be released, the time the dance was done
Soon the fiddler slowed his beat, the dancer’s steps complied
Each movement taken gingerly, she let the fiddle guide
And then she pranced into the woods, the music led the way
Until the time she would return, to dance another day
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