They dance

They dance in the shadows Made by the trees Branches stretched out With long fingers Claw like, grabbing Taking a hold And ripping at the soul They dance On the beaches As the waves Wash over them Dragging them under Taking their breath away Saturated, sodden Soaked to the skin They dance On a knife edge Broken glass under feet Bloodshot eyes Roses and chocolate A torn tapestry Ripped up concrete A library of books They dance As the world falls apart They dance Under cover of the night They dance To a brand new song