She moves in the shadows so gracefully and full of death
She expressed the language of her body; the language of her
soul.
Not any Fear in her eyes, even though a white cloth was wrapped
around them
She did not have to see beauty; beauty was not physical
visage that is plastered upon something or someone
A cold steel blade came within inches of her neck, the wielder
not having any remorse
The dagger was removed, collapsing in full force
As the Ripper of a man disappeared within the shadows he
creeped
The dancer laid on the floor now in eternal sleep