DD - SpiralDancer

Dance

A maelstrom. Centre still,
   Yet ever turning,
My heart, it yearns,
   Forever burning.
I spiral down,
   Through flames of pain,
Desire welling,
   A deep red stain.
A dance of lightning,
   Twisting, whipping,
Shards of bone,
   And flesh,
   Torn,
   Ripping.

"A final dance?"
   "My dear, I ask you."
A hand sent out,
   For you to cling to.

An instant frozen,
   A smile,
   So sharp,
To melt the pain,
   To steal your heart.
The briefest pain,
   In my embrace,
A bond now made,
   With ethereal grace.

Your blood,
   And mine,
Combine.
The feast on which,
   Sweet angels dine.

Centre still,
   In peace we sleep,
And dream of blood,
   And Pain,
   Desire.

While angels weep.