Underneath the spotlight's cruel hug,
A heart roars, a deliberate speed.
Silk murmurs privileged insights on skin so exposed,
A hero's soul, an artist's request.
The snap of heels, a musical beat,
Certainty produced in rehearsed heat.
Head held high, an etched edge,
Possessing the runway, murmuring her name.
Each turn unfurls a story untold,
Eyes that puncture, a fire strong.
Glinting lights paint transitory dreams,
A brief impression, a world that overflows.
In addition to a body, however a spirit in flight,
Ready and wild, washed in stage light.
More than texture, a murmured supplication,
This is her story, so anyone might be able to see.
So let the music rise and swell,
This is her reality, an enchanted spell.
The slope a phase, a momentary rule,
A human material, carved with torment.
Be that as it may, through the battle, a victory sparkles,
A brief second, a universe of dreams.
For in this stroll, with each step,
She overcomes the world, with nothing to stow away.
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