Last Dance

Dancing in this ballroom filled with people in masquerade,
My crimson dress glides with ease in this silent dance,
My partner is tall and mysterious as he takes control.
My body is wrapped in my partner’s arms as he takes me into this dance.

Just like a puppet on its strings,
My steps have no control,
My actions aren’t mine in this dance,

I am weak with each step,
Yet I do nothing to stop this feeling.
The song will soon come to an end but will this also be mine?


He whispers against my ear,
He asks me to be his…
To take his hand and leave.

Those sweet words he speaks against me,
I can feel myself get lost deeper in him.
My mind is going blank as I feel him spin me.
I grip is becoming faint, but he holds me tight.

He leans in, closing the gap between us,
His lips are so close to mine as I cold shiver runs down my back.
I push away and try to flee but he holds my hand,
Pulling me back into his embrace,

His firm grip makes me feel weak as the song begin to slow down,
It’s almost time and I fear it so.
My crimson dress starts to slowly fade to a pale white,

My legs begin to give in as I just stay and dance with him once more,
The melody is now ending as he lean in again,
This time I don’t stop him.

My dress has completely faded white,
My eyes grow heavy as I can feel my breath come to a slow stop,
While my body goes limp in his arms before I faintly look at his as he removes his mask.


The ghoulish masquerade reveals the face of a dead man.
No, he’s more of of a guardian and protector of the dead.
And I am one of the few he has come to take.

Now the music has come to an end and I lay in his arms.
In my white dress that will now suit as my farewell dress to the others.
He carries me in his hands as everyone moves away silent as they always been,
But now they bow as he walks with me down the pathway and walk out the large doors.