>>940962348 (OP)
In the dance of death
Must death always lead?
Does the reaper choose the tune
Or the steps we need?
Shadows stretch long on the hardwood floor
Every heel strikes closer
To a closing door
Round and round
The partners sway
Who calls the rhythm? Who steals the day?
In the dance of death
Do we take or concede?
In the dance of death
Must death always lead?
Moonlight spills like wine on the ground
Feet shuffle soft
Yet they make no sound
Cold fingers brush
And the air turns thin
Is it loss that spins us
Or the will to begin?
Does the fiddler bow
Or does the string break?
Is it our hand to hold
Or his to take?
Through the haze of the waltz
I see no guide
Just the breath of a whisper
And the pull of the tide
The steps are written
The music fades
Yet still we linger in the twilight’s shade
One last turn
One final plea
Who will lead
If it’s not you or me?
Death leads every dance
But we pick the song
