Musician's fingers fly
And Death enters like an Earl
He bows to his lady
A woman somewhat shady
But still glistening like a pearl
The strains float
Across the moat
And onlooks gasp with fear
Death slightly grins
As he always wins
And he sweeps the dance floor with his dear
His fingers are lanky
Her outfit is slanky
They glide over the tile like ice
Her beauty and poise
Makes her wanted by boys
But she paid a heavy price
Death holds her close
And gives her a dose
Of reality then and now
Her soul she gifted him
On not more than a whim
And she gives him a curtsey and bow
They flow through the hall
Scene-stealing the ball
This sumptuous lady and Death
His skeletal face
A smile does grace
And with a kiss, he takes away her breath
