#WritcoPoemPrompt35
By the flickering light of an ancient lamp,
By the twinkling waters of an ancient river,
The dancer entertains the heathen enemies.
This fascinating history forever etched in stone,
Is a monumental discovery...

Amidst the ruins of time's embrace,
In a forgotten land of distant past,
Where whispers of civilizations trace,
The secrets buried deep and vast.

The dancer graces the sacred ground,
Her feet gliding on the river's edge,
A timeless tale she now surrounds,
In rhythmic movements, a silent pledge.

Her fluid motions, a language unknown,
Unraveling mysteries of ages long,
With every sway, history is sown,
In the hearts of those who throng.

Enchanting eyes and flowing hair,
She weaves a story of mystic grace,
Her dance a symphony in the air,
Unveiling relics of a bygone place.

The ancient lamp flickers with delight,
Illuminating shadows of the past,
As she dances through the night,
The river's rhythm holding her fast.

The heathen enemies stand in awe,
Bound by the magic of her art,
The boundaries of time they withdraw,
Captivated by her every part.

With every step, the past awakens,
The river whispers tales untold,
As history's canvas brightly quickens,
The dancer's secrets gently unfold.

This fascinating history forever etched in stone,
Is a monumental discovery,
Through dance, a world's story is shown,
Preserved by the ancient river's delivery.
© onesoultwoheart