In the vast realm of shadows they entwine,
A swirling waltz, a haunting dance with death,
The echoes of their steps, a somber chime.

The Reaper's touch, a whisper in each breath,
Embracing lives, enthralling souls with fear,
Yet darkness births a beauty, cold as death.

And in this dance, a family drawn near,
With skeletal embrace, a wicked grin,
They sway and twirl, no falter, no tear.

A father leads, his presence dauntless, grim,
His body draped in whispers of despair,
Beside him spins a mother, frail and dim.

Her eyes, like vacant voids, devoid, aware,
With each spin death escapes, claims a soul,
As shadows intertwine, they are a pair.

Then comes a child, innocent and whole,
Eyes filled with life, yet tainted by demise,
Dancing with death, her laughter takes its toll.

Her tiny steps so nimble and precise,
She...