Amidst the velvet curtains' folds,
A tale unfolds; a woman bold.
In shackles tight, she dangles near,
A spectacle for all to hear.
Bound by red ropes with grace,
Her form defies the laws of space.
She floats above the stage's floor,
An artistic vision, raw and pure.
The curtain parts to show her plight,
A symbol of escape from daylight.
Yet in this moment, she does soar,
High as a bird, by ropes in store.
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