Blood on lace
Waltzing with a skeleton
The fire light brimming
A bony hand in mine
But a dance indeed
Broken to the point of immaculate perfection
Bones strewn upon the marble
Dried up flowers decorate
Empty tables
Candle wax and velvet
The sent of sweet death stains the air
Whirling in the depths of hell
In a dance of death













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