She will die. She knows that now.
Morning come, it will all be over.
And like the morning dew
Death will be over
And life begin anew.
Oh, to see upon that wanton face
A smile in the most unhappy place
If you were on her to spy
Would you see a sorry child
Doomed to die?
Or a thoughtful girl
With hopes and fears
A rose facing the garden shears.
She dances
She dances for Death
Lest when she take her final breath
She cries "I want to dance again."
Lo and behold
So many stories yet untold
So many pens waiting to tell
That safety is here, and all will be well.
But until that glorious day
With no Chosen One to light the way
She must dance.
She takes her place
Upon the floor
Just an empty space
With a locked door
But it will do
For some dances must be done
And some battles must be won.
She dances
She dances for Death
Lest when she take her final breath
She cries "I want to dance again."
It's the last dance in the ballet
It's the final scene in the final play
And perhaps now she is wise
Sees love in life and truth from lies
She is the foam on ocean waves
She is water from the seaside caves
She is the last light of the sky
She is the girl doomed to die
No more food, no more water
No more father, no more daughter
Just the dance.
She dances
She dances for Death
Lest when she take her final breath
She cries "I want to dance again."
You don't need four walls to trap someone.
At last she can dance no more
And death is waiting outside the door
She takes a curtsey, and for good measure a bow
Because death comes any moment now.
They bring her out
A lamb for the knife
And the end of her life
And for the last time;
She dances
She dances for Death
Lest when she take her final breath
She cries "I want to dance again."