The conclave is held within dark walls,
Members having donned vibrant robes and garb
Appropriate to the brisk beat that pounds
Throughout- but the esoteric kata halts
As you enter. The men take pause
As you pass, their consorts jealous in rage.
Not lacking in you companions, the
Dance begins once more, flowing and slowing
Around, ever centered around you
As the pulse draws all deeper within.
Members having donned vibrant robes and garb
Appropriate to the brisk beat that pounds
Throughout- but the esoteric kata halts
As you enter. The men take pause
As you pass, their consorts jealous in rage.
Not lacking in you companions, the
Dance begins once more, flowing and slowing
Around, ever centered around you
As the pulse draws all deeper within.
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