I open my eyes and find myself in a ballroom
Standing in the middle was a man dressed like the perfect groom.
I look down at myself and see a dress
It was dark and stitched with anxiety and stress.
The man wore a mask with a grin
He held out his hand and said "Let's begin."
I took his hand, his other on my hip
Never once did he let me trip.
He held me close and told me tales as we danced
I just listened as his gentleness enhanced.
As he spoke, I lend him my ears
He spoke of taking away my fears
"You wont shed anymore tears but as payment, you must dance with me for the rest of your years."
As I listen I think about calling out his lie
But I just smile and nod, for it is much easier to dance until I die.