Hear the hiss as she spins
watch her move with grace
Licking at her as they pass
the flames near her face
She twirls, it thrills:
fire on a chain
Tears are sent back
to their home once again
Her feet are guided
by an unknown sound
Tap the melody of her sorrow
on the soft night ground.
As the chains move
They creak in the night
She glows in intervals
Of their passing light
This uncontrollable urge
This nascent need
The music picks up
She increases the speed
Of her feet and the fire
They are one and the same
If only this tarantism
Would erase his name.
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