The dark dancer

Dark dancer all in black,
Like something from a fairytale,
Long legs and straight back,
Eyes so sharp they could be bits of hail,

Dark dancer in black turning round and round,
Bouncing and leaping,
Checking all her movements, no mistake found,
Having to play both sides of life, laughing and weeping.

Moving with grace,
A step to the right,
Hair flying past in front of her face,
Each time she does a turn her face catches light.

Sometimes you see this dark dancer of dances,
But only at the darkness of night,
Even then you only catch glances,
Of all the big prances which must take a lot of might.