For when she enters the room of music
the people turn to stare at her in awe.
As the music plays without a hitch
she moves around and dances with grace.
The men trade and all night they dance
the light of candles casting great shadows.
The beauty of her is greater than all
coming forth when she dips low in elegance.
The men dance and the women envy
and the elegant girl has a mask of ink.
The calls of night are too great to hold
and she slips away when the music is gone.
Men disperse but women still talk
elegance of woman is nothing to be heard.
The girl is gone but the music still echoes
before tomorrow even dawn the rumors start.
Of the girl in the ebony dress that danced by night
but was never seen by the charcoal people again.