I danced with Death,

he took me by the hand.

He lead me to the ballroom floor

where we both would stand.



Our bodies swayed

in perfect harmony,

but I knew in my heart

this was not right for me.



Watching us dance from the crowd,

a man so full of joy,

but you would never know by his hardened face,

that Life lived in this boy.



The figure with whom I danced

had cold hands which touched me so,

and when I caught a glimpse of Life himself,

I knew I had to go.



I bid adieu to my partner Death,

who I considered now a friend,

and as I walked away with Life,

I knew we would meet again.