Dancing With Death

Twilight approaches
That young woman is forever watching the conurbation bellow
For dimming lights on stained glassed windows
Waiting, waiting for the priest to sleep

Till that stained, sallow sky has been bathed away
And hours of darkness painted the atmosphere black
Her head turns up high, to the lady of the night
The white glowing orb, hanging over the city

She hastens out into the streets
To hug the gleam of the moon
To hail it into her arms
Twirling till she fell dizzy to the ground

The girl picks herself up
And runs to oblivion
Her bare feet stamping on dirt
Moving fleetingly to where she’s summoned

The crickets begin to sound their own music
As the young woman still runs, over bridges
Stumbling over crossroads
Over to where the land ridges

She yelps with thrill
As she dashes past the Minster’s gates
Grasping onto hedges with exhilaration
As the sculptures greet her into their dwelling

Angels holding out their hands
With dark shadows around their eyes
The light reflecting off their hard wings
Staring with stone cold glares

The grass feels moist
Under her numb feet
They begging to jump, moving swiftly from side to side
As her arms start to sway into her individual dance

The girl giggles,
As she pirouettes in the graveyard
Screaming, with happiness
Calling, waiting for her dance partner

A shadow observes closely
Crawling under the hedges
Waiting for the girl to dance past the foliage
Waiting for its chance

She stops by the gateway
And pulls off her frock
She continues dancing naked
Singing and yelping

The shadow still stalks
Now moving nearer to the solo dancer
She’s approaching the foliage
Now it can join

With the blur of vision
There stand two dancers
Circling a sepulchre
Webbing past slabs of stone

Her partner follows her gracefully
With shadows in its cavernous sockets
With light reflecting off the bones
With skeletal hands as cold

The couple keep on dancing
Over and around tombs
In and out of crypts
She’s dancing till she meets her doom

Dancing with death
She’s dancing with death
Playing with the undead
Dancing naked with death

Her leader starts laughing
Caressing her back
Holding her closer
As they dance past overgrown grass

The moon observes conscientiously
Knowing this doesn’t last long
For she’s watched this performance every night
From sunset, till dawn

The dancers come to a halt
Sweat dripping down the girls back
Both drape a leg over each other
And wait for the sun to awake from the horizon

The first sign of light, covers her like a warm blanket
For her arms now lay limp by her side
Her dancing partner is gone, didn’t take her to its grave
It’ll be back though, for another performance

She dances with death
It embraces her into its arms
The girl dances with death
Every night, from twilight to the crack of dawn