La Danza del Muerte

La Danza del Muerte

Around and around

In violent circles,

A waltz plays a tune

I shan't hear again.

In my arms is the lady in waiting,

And in my hand 

A gun looking on.

The minuet is beautiful.

The wine had such great taste.

The moon will tell a story

Of fate on wrong.

Oh, it was a fad,

Those romantic suicide cases,

But this is a book

In which I intend to have my end.

Oh, you all did me so wrong,

But I have forgiven you.

Oh, this is death's dance,

And if you have a little faith,

I might wind up a fly.

Another sip of wine,

And I'm feeling fine,

Doing what is best,

Laughing in jest.

And what is the significance

Of interrupting this interlude

Of two lovers,

One a shadow, in the hand, a gun?

Clowns, clowns all around,

The minuet takes a turn to the big top.

I'm a mime, and I don't work for nickels or dimes,

It's just you and me, lover,

And this six-cylindered rose.

And as the song dies down,

It's time to take a bow.

No more encores,

Just the final curtain call.

It's time to worship my temple,

The gateway to my body,

And I pull out all knowledge

There is of me to know.