Through midnight air, she danced,
A fleeting shadow, wild and free.
Each step she took a whisper through night,
A song of storm and mystery.
Beneath the moon she twirled and spun,
A beauty in waltz and wail.
Her turns sent forth electric flames,
Carving paths beyond the gale.
A beckon towards the lighting,
Tracing steps across the sky.
Her breath thunder, soft yet near,
A roaring lover’s sigh.
She danced through the chaos,
Power raw and thought divine.
Fury calm, but never soothed,
Her motions clear, both sharp and fine.
Waves bowed to her command,
A pulse across the sea.
With graceful fury in her hand,
A tempest born in melody.
So, if you see her dancing,
Wings in whispered flight.
Know each drop of rain’s a note in song,
A warning veiled in purest light.