Bony hands

Grasp around my waist,

as we twirl in circles,

trailing behind, between the

shawdowed wisps.

 

Staring crookedly through

painted mirrors

smiling at the miserly

strangers

 

Thee, who is king of mankind

who command our lives,

with everlasting fear

I bow down to you -

but keep my eyes straight

 

Bony hands

who hold me down in

drowning waters,

looking over to the darkened

abyss

 

Together, we waltz

between life and death