Every crack of dawn she performs her quinary dance
Diligently whirling, leaving none to happenstance
Glistening in the firmament
She guards a sacred covenant
Blazing rage scorches the sulphury periphery
Mountains of Cyprian ore inflame the scenery
Empyrean flueric clouds
Shroud her mystical whereabouts
Nataraj in this state of flux, ex occidente lux
