The Lady's Dance

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Lady Serene doesn't pursue arbitrary mirrors,
She dances with balance in between realms.
And only follows one, despite allures,
In sensing wander with helms.

Yet, she's firm in each step.

One is spirit and presence,
essence that blesses the genuine souls.
With omens and liminal folds,
he guides this dance.

The floor and walls may waver,
But purpose always follows the rhythm.
For those who can listen to the song, if ever,
the layered tones and presage hollows in dictum.

So the dance continues, in hues.

In a moment, a whisper, in another,
Spinning, jumping and stepping.
Around and around they go, together,
Following the song, all along revelling.

Step by step, the background refits,
Time arrives with menace.
Voiding the air and colour of the room, it sits,
The dance comes to a halt with his manner.

The eyes spasm, the air travels inwards,
Time spoke. Eludes its whereabouts.
Nothing remained, not even a reflection, a Glace,
the Lady has no more feet to dance.

In nothing, only the song lingered.

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Artwork by Hannes Bok

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