Dancer

A gloomy vibe surrounds her

She starts to shiver

For she knows that something is watching

I suppose she's waiting for the Reaper's Swing

She can hear screams of men

And the road had scretched her

She can feel warm liquid in her hands

And she can see a big black bird

The bird turns into a lad

Pale skin and mischevious smile

Truly, we both know that she's ed

But she's in joy, dancing with him on the tiles.