Winter Dance

On the day that death took leave,
Leafs fell from amber covered trees,
When autumn turns to ice
And frigid winds bend,
Death will surely pay its price.

Its soul was sold
To turn back the cold
Gripping tightly, had no chance
Written in bloody romance

Consuming eternally, lips of red
Black mask to hide
Bitter dance of dread.

Selling souls
Compelling roles
Here you hide in masks of dye

Death will seek you
It will find you.
Searching,
Lurching toward your end.