She Is Dancing By RocketMan ===== She is dancing on a floor of cold marble, stretching before her like the endless seas. The music is fast and dizzying and she can't keep her balance most times. She falls and hurts as the floor slams into her body, again and again. She can't seem to stand. She is dancing out of control; the shoes on her feet compelling her to movement and the buzz in her mind making her unable to stop. She has no partner, no one to latch on to and hold on for dear life as the floor grows increasingly steeper under her pinched toes. Someone waltzes close and stares at her eccentric style. She wants to call out to them to stop her movements but if she stopped, she wouldn't be dancing. She has to dance. A Shadow drift close to her, but she moves away, shoves him away. A Shadow can't support her. A Shadow can swallow her up when she's not careful. She has forgotten she has already been swallowed up. It is why she dances. She twists and turns and dizzyingly crashes across the cold floor; she is dancing with speed, she is dancing for life. Suddenly someone has captured her. A figure in white, silent as mist, has descended upon her, claimed her for his own. He moves her body; he dictates her thoughts. He is Death. He is peaceful and restless; empty and warm; confused and all-knowing. She has stability. She no longer swings wildly into the abyss of the floor. She does not fall. She does not trip. Death holds her fast in his warm embrace. But she is cold. Her lips are numbing, her eyelids drooping. Her body is slowing until her dance is but a sway. The Shadow she rejected before has a calm rhythm before her, his body fluid and graceful and alive. She reaches for the Shadow, anything to be away from Death. He holds her, the Shadow. Death accompanies them. Embraces them both and she is dancing the life out of the Shadow. It is her fault. She is dancing on a floor of cold marble, stretching before her like the endless seas. And the Shadow is dancing with her. end adios RocketMan