A Waltz with Death

Story by TheMadmanwithaScarf on SoFurry

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#7 of Journey of the Shadow Archive


I stood right there

In the summer air

As I waited for my date.

I was afraid

That she'd run away

Because of my state.

For I was death,

The taker of breath,

Was afraid that she would be late.

I quivered end quaked

And occasionally I shaked,

As I waited for the.

I checked my watch -

With a noticeable splotch -

And it was quarter past the three.

Then I glanced right near

To see she was here,

And I stood there like a tree.

Her dress was red

My heart bled,

Oh, god! I wanted to cry "Oui, oui!"

Her hair was the sun

Tied up in a bun

With no loose ends of hair.

Her eyes were the moon

With the chance of a boon

Like hidden treasures somewhere.

She walked towards me

With a smile of glee;

And her shape resembled a pear.

"Hello," she said

As she bowed her head,

Her voice was like a prayer.

I simply smiled,

My heart gone wild,

And I took my first bow.

"Loki, isn't it?"

I whispered quite a bit

Like it was a sacred vow.

"Why yes," she inquired,

As if it was inspired

In the etches of heaven.

Now, before I spoke,

And I felt like a bloke,

She took my hand,

As if to plan

A wondrous time ahead.

She leaned up close,

And I began to froze.

"Let's dance," she said

As she twiddled the thread

On my inky black cloak.

"Just you and I,

Don't be shy,

I only ask for a dance."

She threw her arms

With beautiful charms

Around my great shoulders.

So, I took her waist

Without any haste,

And we danced the day away.

We did a Waltz

And it wasn't false

And our eyes met in a glance.

And I dare say

I felt rather gay

As I looked into her eyes.

They gleamed and glared

In the summer air

Like the pale moonlight.

Now, that dance

That lasted a glance

Was the most beautiful thing in the world.

I'm sad to say

In less than a day

That it wasn't very long.

But, I will cherish

Long after you perish

The Waltz with Loki Fawkes Holmes.

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