Last Dance

Gentle footsteps into pitch blackness.

Hopefully death will show some kindness.

He holds a cigarette loosely from his crooked smile blowing thick, intoxicating smoke.

Beckoning closer the soul which life broke.

A gray, bloodless hand reaches forward,

calling for a kiss fit for a coward.

The weary traveller  waltzes with their end,

a final dance with an old friend.

Reviews

[Resa]

I really like this :)
I assume you’re speaking of death?
Please tell me if I’m wrong.
I very much enjoyed the read.
:)

[Rudie Rock]

Yes, it is about death. I am glad you enjoyed it. :)