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