slow dancing with death

he pulls me close, then lets me go
even as i want to stay, he seems to know
that my heart is taken by this little
life i created, i will not forsake
the little seed of hope i've cultivated
i'll battle every storm that rages
stay the course, no matter how
life engages, in all manner of tests and challenges
he draws me close, with a beckoning finger
i twirl away, i can not linger
he truly sees me, that spectral shade
every scar, every pain, of all that i'm made
but i must fiercely guard, this little life
that i shape, we spin around the ballroom
floor in an endless draw, as he leads to his
door once more


'I Am a Town' prompt
"The One-Line Lyric Challenge"