I want to make you pretty

I want you to look divine

I want to help you get ready

for your danse with death tonight

 

It’s my job to comb your hair

to trim you beard

to straighten your tie

For your  danse with death tonight

 

When you’re ready

I’ll take you there

I’ll help you down with care

Into the dark where the music is silence

and you can danse with death all night.

 

 

 

DAILY PROMPT

Primp