The Red Gypsy - Huis

In this faraway land of sun and passion

The air is charged with fire and sounds

Anticipation gripping as the moment is near

Through the mist on surreal stage lights appear

The red gypsy as an enchanted being unveiled

By her looks alone commanding, so profound

She is the incarnation of grace

She is the definition of passion

When she dances, sparks fly

And those around are consumed

Seduced and mesmerized under her spell

She leaves them all broken, but satisfied

As a mythic bird she rises flying

Her arms are wings on fire

Her dress a tornado of colours swirling and turning

Striking her rhythm, to the sound of thunder

A vision conjuring glimpses of heaven and hell

Like a fallen angel she temps, sometimes repels

Like a phoenix reborn from its ashes

She comes alive dancing to the fiery rhythm

Her image branded deep inside your soul

Like a scar that heals but is a reminder still

As a mythic bird she rises flying

Her arms are wings on fire

Her dress a tornado of colours swirling and turning

Striking her rhythm, to the sound of thunder

The red gypsy as an enchanted being unveiled

By her looks alone commanding, so profound

A thing of beauty and imagination

The eternal dance of intense emotion

Forever alive, forever remembered