Draped in green and blue
teals and orange peeking through.
She dances to the beat of the distant drums
twirling and spinning, in and out of our reality.
She swings around the pillars
that in ruins, lay at her feet smoking.
Wrapping around her
frail shoulders like a shawl
confining her to this glowing prison.
Weaving through the blackened pillars
they shift, sending a resounding pop into the air
sparking life into partners to dance with
for short moments until they burn out
leaving her alone once again.
Her brilliance attracts the attention of many
who come to see her sway the night away.
She fades into the darkened night
a thin wisp of smoke,
free from the burning chains that held her.