Solitary Dancer, cloaked by the night
Stepping lightly through the dark and shadow
Above her crown, a thousand stars shine bright
Soft on her feet is the soil below

The rumbling thunder sets her aflight
Intricate circles, designed on tiptoe
The fireflies, startled, emerge in fright
As lightening cracks, the wind begins to blow

Faster, faster, she whirls until she might
Rise above the earth to dance with the Crow
Slower, Slower, so fierce does the rain bite
Like a wave, her silhouette, ebb and flow

Alas, the storm must end, Sunrise calls her
No longer is she a Solitary Dancer