She danced the dance of Death
The red shoes clinging tight
Pain with every breath
Giving up the fight
Near to sweet life’s end
The red shoes whirl her round
On Death she can depend
To dance her underground
Round, round in Dark Waltz spin
The red shoes dance her, on and on
A punishment for Karen’s sin
No sweet release for doing wrong
As she dances through Death’s door
The red shoes haunt the night
And spin around for evermore
A melancholy sight
26/01/19 JG
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC
She danced the dance of Death
The red shoes clinging tight
Pain with every breath
Giving up the fight
Near to sweet life’s end
The red shoes whirl her round
On Death she can depend
To dance her underground
Round, round in Dark Waltz spin
The red shoes dance her, on and on
A punishment for Karen’s sin
No sweet release for doing wrong
As she dances through Death’s door
The red shoes haunt the night
And spin around for evermore
A melancholy sight
26/01/19 JG
Inspired by The Red Shoes
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