I'm spinning, and spinning, spinning around,
Enclosed in his arms,
Everyone clears away as we come sweeping by them.
He swirls me around, and I go gracefully with his steps,
My gown flowing.
It all seems so beautiful.
Then, I feel burns in my hands, the ones holding his.
I suddenly can't pull away.
He is stuck to me, I to him.
I understand why everyone backed away.
I was dancing with death.
No...not with death....with Death.
Now I am to forever be in the gown I never wanted, swirling forever in the ballroom that once looked appealing, and dancing with what turned into a monster.