A flash of blue, a stormcloud's kiss, her motionless dance the pulse of bliss.
A whisper of gold, the sun’s soft sigh, her silent steps the stars defy.
With moonlit fingers tracing air, she spins a world where none compare.
Veils of shadow, threads of light, her heartbeats hum with ancient might.
A shimmer, a glimmer, the night gives way, to dawn’s first breath and twilight’s sway.

Her eyes, two wells of boundless lore, reflect the dreams of evermore.
In every twirl, in every glide, the universe bends by her side.
Time itself begins to freeze, lost in the sway of cosmic seas.
She dances through the midnight’s seam, the fabric of realms in her gleam.

A crown of stars upon her brow, she moves through realms the fates allow.
With fingertips of mist and grace, she touches skies and bends their face.
Her sigh becomes the ocean's roar, her smile the key to every door.
The galaxies bow, the heavens kneel, for in her dance, all worlds reveal.

She steps upon the threads of fate, and destiny learns to hesitate.
In woven dreams of silver spun, she shapes the paths the stars outrun.
Her breath, a breeze, her gaze, a flame, no force of time can call her name.
For she, the keeper of the skies, outshines the sun, outlives the ties.

And in her wake, the stardust falls, a trail of echoes, whispered calls.
The veil between the worlds grows thin, and light pours out from deep within.
With every turn, she sparks new birth, her dance the pulse of all the earth.
A flash of blue, a final flight, she vanishes into the night.