Waltzing With Death

by x Mo x   Oct 7, 2007


One, two, three.
Death doth dance with me.
One, two, three.
One step closer to thee.

Back, around, down.
A dance without sound.
Back, around, down.
Red, glinting, swaying gown.

Facing away
A gently sway.
Facing away
Toward another day.

Steady, flowing paces.
Seeing darkness in all places.
Steady, flowing paces.
Closing widening spaces.

Waltzing with death
Feeling his cold breath.
Waltzing with death.

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