In the quiet of the night,

When the moon casts a ghostly light,

Love and death come out to play,

And dance together until the break of day.

Love, with a gentle touch,

Caresses death's cold embrace,

As death, with a bony hand,

Holds love in a tight embrace.

They waltz to a rhythm unheard,

Their steps a perfect match,

Love leads death with grace and ease,

As death follows without a single unease.

Love whispers sweet nothings,

In death's silent ear,

And death, in turn, promises peace,

As love sheds a single tear.

Their dance goes on and on,

A never-ending symphony,

Love and death, intertwined forever,

In a divine and tragic harmony.

For love, the spark of life,

And death, the end of all,

Together they create a balance,

In the cycle of rise and fall.

And so they dance, night after night,

Till the dawn breaks the spell,

Love and death, forever entwined,

In a story we humans cannot tell.