Death wears ballet shoes, her every step, sowing destruction. Her elegant dance pleasing her audience of despair and hope, watching from opposite sides of the room. Unwilling but seamlessly, mercy joins the dance, her glowing white form ever contrasting against deaths dark one. Together their dance of elegance and grace, natural and instinctive, persuades the world to gaze upon them as cruelty joins the performance. They point their toes in sync, unable to stop their dance, deaths devious rendition of life turns from a cold empty room filled with only moonlight to a full on recital.











