The Last Dance Poem by Milan Van Zuyen

She danced with Death
A beat, a breath
Her soul in his palm
Still, she remained calm

Barefeet capering on hallowed ground
No salvation herein to be found
Smiling, Death took the lead
Holding her closer than there was need

For she would not think to run
And as for tears, she had none
Reveling without remorse
Knowing Fate has set its coarse

Long had she awaited this day
With the Reaper come to sweep her away
Spinning, twirling, her body a blur
For a moment, Death was unsure

Laughing merrily without a care
With gentle waves in her long sable hair
Death captures her mouth in a bitter kiss
Of eternal bliss