She dances with her shadow

As she dances with her shadows in the eventide..her silken woven silhouette linger’s by her side..watching whilst whirling herself against the high wall where this ghostly figure of her slendour body seems so tall

Such a mystical magical presence strengthens the air..as people gaze bewitched at this beauty dancing there.. tho lost in her luminosity of lustred enlight as her soul yearns salvation from the darkness of the night..she shows no awareness to the crowds in her wake..nor does her spiritualistic body ache.. so she moves mysteriously with her gyrating grooves in her shadow on the wall, forsaking the raptured enchores for she hears not a single call