In a sea of black, she soars
A red nymph, lost in lore
Her arms outstretched for balance,
In this dance, a timeless trance
The suit is tight and constricting
Yet it frees her from the limiting
Of clothes that hide her skin
It's her own form of sin
She floats above the ground
Her hair like tendrils all around
A spectacle to behold
In this world, where she is sold
And though we can't be free
Like her in our reality
We can dream and see the light
In her pose that takes flight
For even in the darkness deep
There's always room for ecstasy