Waltz of death

Deep in shadows, where secrets lie, A flash of fear, a fleeting fright. In a silent street, where stories untold, The blade, under the moonlight glints cold. Terror grips, a shivering breath, The dance begins, the waltz of death. The knife digs deep, with chilling grace, Leaving sorrow in its embrace. A cry unheard, a breath that's stilled, A heart with warmth was once filled. No echoes linger, no words remain, Just silent steps and crimson stain. Even when the screams are silent, It leaves echoes, a haunting lament. The roses turn a scarlet hue, As life departs, the end in view. The wind sighs, a mournful tune, Beneath the gaze of the waning moon. To secrets lost, to voices frail, A life is taken, in the final tale.