Flamenco

Gypsy rose swirling in the night
Crimson frills are spinning madly
Dancing reckless without limit
Rhythmic movements taking over

And in the background one guitar
Singing sad songs with a strange fire
Crying hot tears that smoke
As they tumble smoothly to the ground

Dancing turns into a red blur
A cyclone of insane movement
Music louder, spinning faster
All melting into the dance

And that is all, it peaks declines
Gypsy rose stilled, swirling stopped
But the profound firey red remains
In the deafening silence