The stage is set, curtains rippling lightly
And as the house lights dim ever so slightly
Small faces turn toward the Star;
The one who holds the hearts of all

Soft music whispers as complete darkness falls
Serenity covers the audience who are
Mostly here to see the dance
And find more oft a lover's chance

Peeking out from behind the draping curtain
Our Lady watches us all to be certain
That Her dance is seen once more
By those who study well Her moves

So precise, Her steps across the stage improve
So light, Her toes rarely touch the worldly floor
First act, second, then to three
Celestial movements done gracefully

Her countenance glows with the passion of life;
Suffused with love of a mother, daughter, wife
The Matron, Maiden and Crone
Each one beautiful in their right

So She dances on, a spectacular sight
Spinning slowly amongst the stars on Her own
Ribbon-like moonbeams shed soft
From Her eternal dance aloft

Her silver limbs shiver as She nears the end
The dance concealed as the bright curtain descends
Golden light cutting the dark
A stretching drape of rosy hues

Under the horizon of the stage, the muse
Hides her lovely pale face, gently white though stark
Leaving all breathless to rest
Retiring to the silent West.


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Aeguary, in the year 419 AF.