I have waltzed for a long time
spinning in emerald circles across the floor
my skirts stand out, my jewels shine
I have danced too long.
The world tips sideways
the music shifts
now I am dancing death
in geometrical, poison-green patterns.
my hands wither
my jewels cloud
my hair dulls
my flesh dries
"come, who will dance?"
join me in my crazy circles
patterns of a maddened mind
music from twisted strings
we all dance here
some are more shadows
some less flesh
we are caught in a skewed pattern
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