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Shadow Dance by 18

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Shadow Dance

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Silent hall, a clock with no hands, the night in haze.
A cracked mirror remembers how we fell.
In the midnight hour, shadows learn to sway, Whispers pull the corners of a portrait away.
Heartbeats hammer like footsteps down an empty hole.
A moth beats at the glass where moonlight scars the wall.
Each breath burns like winter glass against my name.
He left a ribbon on the stair, I still feel the flame.
Fingers trace the silence cold against my skin, A ghostly rhythm lifts me from within.
Fear folded into longing in a single glance, I′m lost and found inside this shadow dance.
Shadow dance, under the moon’s thin blade, We spin our names into the night’s parade.
Don’t let the dawn break this trance, Keep me moving in the shadow dance.
Eyes like cold that promise both burn and keep, Steps that promise heaven, steps that drag me deep.
A scar like a crescent hidden low beneath my sleeve, A memory that stitches us to the night we weave.
No promises, just echoes in a portrait that won′t lie.
The clock has no hands, we measure time by how we try.
Fingers trace the darkness sharper on my skin, A hungry rhythm stirs, it wants to sink in.
Danger threading tenderness, a question and a lance, I′m pulled and pushed inside this shadow dance.
Shadow dance, under the moon’s thin blade, We spin our names into the night’s parade.
Don′t let the dawn break this trance, Keep me moving in the shadow dance.
No street lamps, only the moon′s cold eye, A hymn of hollow lullabies floats by.
Countless mirrors hold the light, Then crash, the world tilts, the music swells, we fly.
Shadow dance, under the moon′s thin blade, We carve our silence through the dark parade.
Hold me closer till the night expands, Keep me moving in the shadow dance.
Let the cracked mirror swallow the last of our chance, Let the night fold up our names and let the moths advance.
We′ll keep dancing where the dawn can′t find a stance, Forever turning, forever lost in the shadow dance.