The Dance of Death
In shadows where the cold winds blow,Bones clatter in a rhythmic flow.Pale moonlight on the graves below,Steps echo the tales of woe.Grim partners twirl with silent grace,Skulls gleam beneath the stars’ embrace.A macabre ball, a chilling place,Each step a ghost of life’s erase.No breath, just silence in the spin,Dark robes flutter, thin as skin.A tango…