Last Dance

This poem is based on the "Last Dance". It is a part of native mythology, you essentially get a last dance and death has to wait until you are done with your dance in order to take you. ---Last Dance--- Death must wait. Wait for that last step, that last move, that last beat. Time will stop. Stop for the time the music flows through your soul and moves your limbs like a puppet on strings. One last move. Move 'till your body can no longer hold the weight of living. It is time. Time for your last move. Death is waiting, one last move. -10/20/18-