Insanity beckoned seductively, invitingly

Seeing my lethargy drenched bayous

The Gypsy, who calls herself happiness,

Teased me with her twists, turns and spirals

Enticing me with glimpses of the impossible

Insanity noticed the Gypsy’s game

And beckoned me once more

But I turned from handsome wild Insanity

And turned towards the calm masked stranger

The Masked One danced alone upon the floor

But allowed me to dance beside him

So I danced his strange dance

His gloved hand brushed my cheek

And we danced separate but together

Until his mask fell away and I saw his skeletal face

It was Death, the handsome Lover.

Yet still I danced, for now I knew it

I had learned and now I danced alone

Twisting, turning, and bowing in turn

I knew the dance and couldn’t stop

Until my flesh fell away and nothing remains

Until I became a Twin to the once masked Death

A dancing skeleton in beautiful attire

I am Ready.  My mask is on the floor.