Lifted into the Unknown (Patreon)

Upon a stage, in silent grace,

A dancer's form takes flight.

With every beat, her heart is freed,

In rhythm with the night.

Her eyes are veiled, yet passion unfurled,

As she ascends into the sky.

Each movement speaks of secrets kept,

And whispers to a world that never dies.

The ropes they bind, but do not confine;

They set her spirit free.

A dance so pure, in ecstasy's arms,

It moves us all on bended knee.