The Dance With Death

Ruby pools and diamond droplets
Rusty blades and speckled tissue
Not the end, no no...
Only the beginning.

It is a dance with death,
A waltzing enemy.
Counting one, two, three,
One, two, three
You're almost dead now,
Come follow me.

Dark little corner, crimson and raven
Dark little corner, solitary haven
It whispers
Dark little person in the dark little corner
Come out, we won't hurt you.

It lies.