A Dance Macabre

A dance macabre
With somber forms
Of black, white, and grey
Pale faces with unseeing eyes,
Eyes devoid of pain
Devoid of joy.
With soft pirouettes
And lazy steps,
An hypnotic pattern traced
Upon black marble floor
Endless,
The dance moves
And draws in
A brilliant spark of light
Whose colours bright
Shine upon empty eyes
And into those empty eyes
Is fed,
Slowly,
Fading,
Greying,
Lazy spiraling,
To ash
Within a dance macabre.