A dance that is all passion, is all..
Always the all, they shall not
have him further..
It is her heart that dances..
And her dance is deadly,
for her dance is love,
love for her dead..
But there is hope in regeneration.
You must quiet her.
Win her with childlike poses,
and butterfly kisses poised on the wind..
(Lull her with all those 'sweet nothings'
she will not hear..
..and you shall only raise her to dance
Awake and arise he shall..
to suckle at her tender breast.
Until she is quite herself again.