The night is cold
The moon is bright
The mist slowly settles- my dance, my fight
I reach for her
Embrace her skin
Her touch like ice, I feel it within
Our waltz is long
Our time is sweet
Releasing the pressure each time we meet
Her movements are perfect
How can I restrain?
We dance in the darkness and banish the pain
Our dance is now done, and so returns the strife
My eternal torment- my dance with the knife