Death in Beauty
Beauty in Death
they dance together in the tapered rose garden,
eyes shifting between syllables of their twilight song
merging for the chaos of a dying sun
and its crimson light.
"If only I could die," says Beauty,
her smooth arms around his shoulders,
quivering,
like her pain streaked eyes lost in the raging whirlwhind.
"Oh darling," says Death,
switching his clumsy feet with the dusty times,
"you'll be there soon."
And no one could explain if there was any purpose
in dancing,
if there was any purpose in moving at all.
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