Curtsey.

Hello good sir
take a bow
good madam stay
as violence crowds
take to the duel
a duet of one
dancing light
and darkness shun

Listen closely
and curtsey now
rather gently
opposed a bow
come together
Grasp of hands
Smiling now,
Undead plans

Caress of music
movement of three
as we will
so mote it be
for the mote is one
and the world is ours
dance amoungst
the moon and stars.

We dance away
seance we pray
shed away
the burdens we lay
call on thus
and feel the rush
for the end of the night
birth of the plight

Music fades
the past with threads
attached to the foundation
on which we ourselves
allowed to happen
so spread your arms
and long for that night
for this plight
will end without light.