The Gypsy Queen

Her skirts are a rainbow of colors so bright
Her long, luscious hair is darker than the blackest night
She wears bracelets of silver and rings of gold
And listens to the same music played in the days of old
To the music she dances, with moves like flames
She is wild and willful, a lady no man can tame
Then she picks up her instrument and begins her song
About a people who never stay in one place very long
The music, it seems, has a story to tell
Her voice rings clear, purer than a silver bell
All who hear her are entranced when she plays
All who see her are awed by her beautiful face
Her eyes are like liquid onyx, fierce and dark
And whisper stories of journeys on which she'll embark
The fire may dim and the music may fade
But the memory of her will stay sharp as a blade