My Dance With Death

My Dance With Death

Death came to me on a lonely Saturday night. I had been reading my favorite book and listening to some timeless melodies. She had adorned a black dress in such contrast with her pale skin that she looked like the Cleopatra painted in black and white. She moved towards me with such grace, her eyes fixed upon me that I couldn’t move a muscle in my body. She had me enchanted. She extended her hand towards me and like a reflex I took it, dropping my book to the floor. I moved a few steps with her and just as she was ready to take me to where ever it is that the souls go, I stopped.

Such an enchantress she was, she blinked at me with those pretty black eyes that I almost stepped forward. But then, being the charmer I had always been I pulled her gentle frame towards me and whispered, “It would be such a shame to let this melody go to waste. Let me have one last dance with the prettiest lady I ever laid my eye on.”

I am not sure, but I think I saw her blush. She placed her left hand on my shoulder and with her right hand held mine and waited for me to take the lead. I held her by her slender waist and pulled her close to me. And we slowly fell in rythym with the beats of the song. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The more I looked into her eyes, the more I realized that even though they were the prettiest eyes I had ever seen, they were also the saddest. I could imagine the weight of the blame that she carries on her. How so many people blame her for dying when the only thing she does is take their souls without any inconvenience to their afterlife. As this sudden realisation struck me, I whispered softly in her ears, “Don’t worry. I wont blame you for taking my life away from me.” She was stunned.

For the first time I heard her voice, she said “Thank you for saying that.” And she moved closer to me and gently placed her head on my shoulder, as we kept moving softly to the music. Her body was pressed up against mine, it was almost as if we were one whole. I could feel the sadness she had been carrying around for all these years, as we moved together. For every step we took she let loose a part of her being that was unknown to the world. I realised how terribly alone she must have been. An eternal life of taking unwilling souls to their afterlife, even after they blamed her for being taken away from their loved ones.

As the song ended, she held on to me. We stood there like that. Our stance transformed into an embrace and I held on to her for as long as she needed, and then she let go. She looked into my eyes and said, “Why do I feel as if you want to die?”

And I replied honestly, “There is nothing for me here. I would be the same there as I am here.”

“But won’t you get lonely?”

“I will have the memory of this dance to keep me warm on the cold lonely nights.” I said with a smile.

A bit taken aback by that, she smiled. And then she took my hand and proceeded to take me to my eternal home. “Don’t worry. It isn’t as bad as your fellow humans make it seem. You will be okay.”

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