My arms are tired and my knees are weak... this dance has gone on to long. My body aches as we start again, another chord another twisted two step. The dark ominous music floods my ears as I spin out of control..turning in beautiful tormented circles once again. My partner is fate draped in silk, smooth yet painful is his icy touch. Hold the hand of the dark leader, falling in step with him. Take your bow although short lived..there is no escaping an encore. So hold the hand that leads you, get lost further into the dance. This is your life, there is no finale locked in the arms of fate.