Soul's Dance
It was a night like any other in that small, quiet town
The soft wind whistled as the gentle drops came down
Wind was not unusual nor was the rain’s beat
Unusual was the girl in the middle of the street
Her skin was pale as the moon that was hidden
Her lips bleeding a dark shade of crimson
Hair that was long and shimmering gold
Caressed her shoulders that shivered cold
She lifted her head and with eyes like coal
Stared deep and searching into my soul
As I fell to my knees from the strength of that glance
She lifted her arms and with a bow…danced
The wind began to howl, to moan and shriek
I collapsed on the ground, my body weak
Thunder roared and the rain turned to hail
Still she danced in spite of the gale
I watched her move through half-open eyes
The hail become softer as she started to cry
Her dance began crazy and ended so light
And there she stood bathed in starlight
With swift, slow steps she came to my side
And spoke simple words that killed me inside
“That was your soul chaotic and dark,
No light can live in a devilish heart”
I stared in wonder as we were covered with flame
I took her hand and asked for a name
She smiled sadly and said with a breath
“My name and your end, is death”
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