Dance With my Lovely Man..

I lay on my bed, thinking... I just wanted to escape. Dark thoughts danced in my head for hours. Who am I kidding? It was only midnight. Still, if I could just go to bed... So I did.

It was a calm dream. Especially since it seemed those dark memories finally eased me. There was this handsome young man dressed in all black. The confidence I felt through him was something I envied my entire life – to be loved?

Who am I kidding? I thought, "Who is this man?" Maybe I am dreaming, of course. But in all black, he approached me slowly, yet I felt this spark of joy. "Madam..." He said, bowing down to me, like I was a princess of some sort. I almost squeaked out a thought of self-pity, yet I just smiled and took his hand.

His hand was cold and pale. The flowers that bloomed – white, gold, blue, and purple – were all down and dark. It didn't matter; my eyes were locked onto his. His brown eyes danced with mine, and we danced. We knew every step: "One... two... three... Twirl" he reassured. I did just that; I twirled with a smile.

"What is happening?" I thought. In my head, so many thoughts. One was: "Am I in love?" "One, two, three, twirl" he whispered. I did that; my shoes and black dress, now that I wore, all of a sudden twirled in the sun of this field, now of death.

I shook my head. "Sir...?" I gulped. His smile never left, and his eyes were all black. I paused. "My dear, we were just dancing. Is this what you always wanted in your life?"

My eyes filled with tears. All that heartbreak and loneliness I escaped all those years! That tempting dance with this man, I just couldn't pass up. "Twirl, my love" he whispered. I twirled, and as I did, there was a hot feeling, and claps of all sorts.

A small pause, and I could see a crowd of darkness, shadows, and ghosts of others I did not know. This man I looked back at had no face! Those words of this warm dance just stopped. "One, two, three, twirl" over and over!

This dance! I had enough. "May this dance be over?" The last of my words slipped out of my mouth. I could now see myself on stage, yet again with the light above. It was bright, warm, and peaceful. I saw the ghosts and monsters of the auditorium dance as well, in pairs, as I danced solo.

My hatred was back, the envy and greed of my soul were back, yet again. "Stop it!" The ghosts and monsters laughed and danced, and that man tapped me. He was in a cloak of purple and had no face.

"You escaped your life; you chose this" – the haunting words of death. He was right; I will always be trapped... in this nightmare, always this dance. Oh, how I wish I could go back...

I grabbed Death's hand, and we danced and danced. My skin was gray, and my dress was torn over the years and centuries... All I can do is dance and be envious. "Oh, how I wish to change..."