The Dancing Damsel

The swishing of a damsel's dress

As she dances across the starlit sky

Embraced by the midnight space

Perfectly calculated steps

Repeating counts in her head

To maintain the universe's rhythm

She aims for perfection

A rocket bound for a one-way trip

For we all know perfection to be impossible

But tell her that, and she won't listen

Skeptical of your words

Without proof to appeal to her intelligence

For she is a scholar in her heart

Still, she looks at you with loving eyes

Sensitive and understanding

Drawing you in with her magnetic resonance

The desire to help overflowing

So much so, she herself is slowly drowning

In a sea of thought-out ambitions

Exhausting herself with overloaded work

But still she ploughs on in her dance

Determined to make the perfect finale

And leave the world speechless