The Dancing Dark Freemason
In shadows deep where secrets lie,
Beneath the watchful, starlit sky,
A figure moves with steps so bold,
A tale of mysteries yet untold.
The compass turns, the square aligns,
In rhythm bound by ancient signs.
A dancer cloaked in veils of night,
Guided by an inner light.
The floor’s a map, the stars a guide,
A sacred waltz where truths reside.
With every turn, the cipher hums,
A whisper of where knowledge comes.
No words are spoken, none are heard,
Just silent echoes of the Word.
The dance, a bridge from dark to dawn,
A path where wisdom’s light is drawn.
Oh, Freemason of the darkened hall,
Your dance transcends the rise, the fall.
For in each step, a truth takes flight,
Through veils of dark into the light.