Mistress Of The Beat

Mistress of the beat
She dances in fire and forgets the ashes
All blown away except what's reserved to make war paint for her dignified warrior within
She haunts my heart as she reminds me that she is looking for her lover.
Her beauty burns my mind in flashes.
It makes me sad to see the
embers now so thin
I will beseech the powers that be
Tell them it's soon time
to send her one and only other
To set the cosmos right again
and send her flame of the heart alight
Never again to be dimmed