Danse Macabre

A dancer in the driven rain    
A lost one seeking shelter    
Voices carried on the wind    
Tell her the night might well provide    
   
Academy walls are painted crimson    
And certain shadows lack a cause    
Instruction stern and unforgiving    
One false step the dancer falls    
   
The whispers encourage exploration    
A susurrus down the halls    
The shadows pool around her, watching    
Their voices carry an ancient song    
   
The music grows cacophonous    
Demons beckon and call    
The structure crumbles swiftly    
Spells lost in a darker sky    
   
She pales further as they echo    
And feels the pull of strings    
The night has so much more to teach    
A dancer in the crimson rain.    
   
Inspired by "Susperia"