One Final Dance

Illuminated only by the light of the moon,

A bright spotlight highlighted a lone woman,

Standing on a dark and desolate street.

She wore a long, fanciful black dress,

Her long blond hair done so neatly.

Her feet were bare,

Confused as to why and where

She came to be, in the middle of this street.

From everywhere around came the most beautiful song,

So ethereal, at once setting her mind at ease.

Her body swayed as she started to dance.

The dress flowed as she moved weightlessly.

Alone in the darkness of night,

She danced without a care.

Her body moved so freely, so effortlessly,

As if she was dancing on air.

Tears fell from her eyes, weeping from the serenity.

She only wanted to dance

To the angelic melody.

Time ceased being

As she danced for eternity.

And as suddenly as it began, the music ceased.

Applause rang out from the shadows near.

A lone dark figure emerged.

“Like a niente whisper, the sound was never meant to linger.”

A soft-spoken voice reached her

Like a gentle breeze.

The spell upon her gently broke.

She smelled the acrid odor of smoke.

Beyond the street, deep within the forest,

Lay a car, crumpled and broken,

Illuminated by headlights like a bright spotlight.

On the forest floor lay her body, inert.

Once more, the sirenic voice spoke:

“You stand between memory and oblivion.

Remember your death, and you may finally sleep.

Come with me now.

If one final longing still lingers within you,

Speak it.”

And the woman replied, with light in her eyes,

“I’d like one final dance.”