Grim in Grace

Allured by the dance, by the sweet-spoken trance

Begged by a glance, by a feeble, dwindled chance

Caught in her touch, on her gentle, snowy graze

We dwell on the song, on the silent grin of her craze

Breathless, I dance, as danced the grim on her grace

My hand engrossed in hers, as eyes on her salacious gaze

For death bears her beauty, the beauty of a rotting moon

And my heart bears the wrongs those that live do

And through Edens pity, tears mourned a dreary look

As I beheld the will to dance, breathless in its romance

So as a warm, skittish smile peeked beyond her fickle trial

Her lips on mine, a sinful brush, adieu today, adieu forever