The Dance of Death

In the dance hall,
music can be heard.
Laughing, talking,
singing, dying.
Long silver blades,
plunged in their backs.
Blood on the floor,
blood on their hands.
Can you hear me?
I call to you.
Please, save me from
the Dance of Death.

I scream his name,
as I fall down.
He laughs at me,
yells my title.
"Look! She is the
first one to fall!"
I can't see now,
everything's dark.
The knife is pulled,
pain I feel is
true. I die in
The Dance of Death.