The stage is set
His eyes are red
Slowly he moves
To answer his call
The drums beats loud
The crowd roars
Light fading
Wind howling
The grim reaper awaits him
Like a groom beckon on his bride
To perform his dance
Each step feels like a stance
He has been before
One two he swings
His hands like a bird
His body swirling
He felt like a king
In this ring filled with ghosts
©zanieike