A dark swirling figure in elegant black, dancing her way to me in a slow mesmer of grace and deadly attraction
Holding out a hand as white as snow, as cold as ice
A dark tango full of deadly passion and a dark lust
Time grinds to a halt, all meaning gone from the world but for my hooded mistress and my fading soul
Hallowed music fills the sacred chamber of Lady Death
The tempo rising, the pace quickening, my pulse fading
Sweet words of desire spoken in hushed and lustful tones
Drawing me closer to the end of the Danse Macabre
A sinfully sweet kiss of dark death hovers over my heart
Inch by inch, second by second, minute by minute
Lady Death drew nearer
Until with great strength, the lead became mine
The Danse Macabre came to an end
With my waking to the light once more
And Lady Death's lonely whispers fading to shadow...