Have you ever danced with Life, as Death plays his cello during the night? The sound, so ethereal.
Pitifully you twirl, stumbling and discompose yourself in front of the celestial being you have waited to meet for so long.
Waltzing with Life, as the song finally reaches it's crescendo, before concluding in somber silence.
Finally, the time comes for you to take your last waltz at twilight. Death takes your hand, gracefully leading you into the last dance. Your last dance.
No music is playing, and you believe this is how it's meant to be. Silently, your last breath encased in Death's bittersweet kiss, the dance ends, your life ending with it.
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Random Poetry Book
PoetryThis is just my random poetry and different prompts that I come up with that I may or may not expand on.
