Before she enters the room, the anticipation has begun,
We are here for more than a night of fun.
This very night, she will dance, her appearance soon to be made,
The music begins a mystical and ancient serenade.
Warmth and good feelings are everywhere,
Friendliness and camaraderie we will share.
Someone announces loudly, She is here
We know that Miabella is soon to appear.
Suddenly, visions of a dancing dream,
Almost surreal or so it would seem.
Dark eyed Miabella has graced the room,
Her movements are more than simple motions to a tune.
Inspiring and inviting our joyful souls to ascend,
We step out with her around a magical bend.
All normal time seems to have stood still
With everyone sharing what I feel.
Beautiful and graceful, with an ageless soul,
Her hand movements share a story to be told.
Welcomed energy comes from the tips,
A smile of happiness and joy from her lips.
Iridescent chiffon that is her veil,
Imparting the swirls that she has learned so well.
Spinning and bending her form with ease,
It is then that she drops onto her knees.
She places the sword upon her head,
And makes the motions that most would dread.
As all are captivated by her charm,
We know that one slip could do her harm.
Gracefully arising to her feet,
It is then that we know we are in for a treat.
Quickly she places the zills onto her fingers,
Not standing there long will she linger.
Shimmying to a lively tune,
She comes to us who are seated about the room.
Her rhythms are perfect, as she quickly moves her feet,
Even the adornments of her costume keep the doumbecs beat.
With my body desiring to be set free,
My spirit is way ahead of the physical me.
Though flesh and bone sit in this seat,
My energy is transported within the beat.
It is my wish for all women the chance to share,
Her grace of beauty and magic beyond compare.
For Miabellas special gift, is not just her dancing skill,
But in the ethereal way that she makes us feel.