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Dramatic Monologue

A Dance with Death





My child, the pale moonbeams

do chase the shadows upon

your face, in what seems

an eerie dance of ownership.

And how I long for the soft

tendrils of breathe that

escape your mouth and waft

slowly away in waves of heat.

I come seeking solace from

the power of your presence.

And soon the tune I hum

reminds me of my loneliness.

I have visited people before,

while they slept unknowingly.

And I am notorious in all folklore,

known from infants to the old,

as one that needs human life.

Flesh and vitality, compassion,

love and trust, strife

fear, and it’s defense, anger;

these are my nourishment.

They ease the loneliness

of an eternity spent

without the ability to know

such human sentiment.

Now, my dear sweet child,

your life is only lent

for but a small time.

In truth, it is very nearly spent.

So come dear child,

and dance with Death.