The Last Waltz

Twilight enters the room it doesn’t bother to knock “Ahh…yes…a guest…I know Mr. Death! ” Death bows before me like a bad impression of Rudolph Valentino death asks if he can have this dance I feel I can’t refuse “Ahhh… Death…Mr. Death! ” I swoon as if in a bad melodrama “I could die in your arms! ” and suddenly the party was: over in an instant the orchestra packing up their instruments the Past had been packed away the Future to be put on hold Now was the only now I could afford music lingered like cigarette smoke writing itself upon the air “Ahhh…that’s Life! ” trying to snatch it from the air the music slipping through my fingers “Now…now! ” Death smirks “I’ll have none of that! ”(my heart stopped) I took his hand…we…stepped into the dark