Eyes glimmering, voices hushed,
Stares fixed, conversations shut.
With a presence without the view,
Her beauty was one need not the review.
Elegance sang as she stood face tall,
Under the bright moon that lights up the hall.
With a red gown hugging her curves,
Her ink-dark hair let to fall,
Shimmered under the moonlight call.
Her perfect face holds a sly smile,
One that didn't accompany the eyes.
Although she shone like that sunlight,
Her eyes were dark and lonely as the night,
Dark and dreamy but without the stars.
Under the moon, she danced,
But without a beat.
One would call her a crazed fella,
But no one dares point at a phantom queen.
Under the moon’s watchful gaze,
Her steps left all in a daze.
She danced with the rhythm of the breeze, like she owned the stage.
Each step tells a tale,
Lightly and softly her feet touched the marble floor of the hall,
As if scared to step on a lion’s tail.
But for once, she never looked at their eyes,
Her eyes fixed on the marble tiles,
As if enticed by it like it was a shiny prize.
Then came her sudden pause,
Like she was lifted from a curse.
Standing tall, now looking up,
Giving a commanding vibe that stilled the hall,
And she began,
This time as slow as the resting lake,
As gentle as the shadowing night.
She twirled and spun like she controlled the wind,
Taking two light steps forward,
Then shot her left leg out,
And softly had a tease with the floor.
She shut her eyes,
Flinging her neck backwards,
She took a gentle leap.
With her hands on her chest,
Eyes back to the floor but shut this time,
She twirled a little,
Then came her sudden pause.
Her eyes opened as she flung her right arm into the air,
As if reaching out to something,
And slowly she let her hand go back to its previous state,
With a sly knowing smile.
Her shadow swayed upon the wall,
As if the night itself had led
A phantom queen to softly fall,
And she left just like she came.
