His name was Darkness. His name was Broken. His name was Beauty, and Tragedy. His name was Hopeful. His name was Real And my soul danced. For a little bit, she danced. She danced until he broke her legs. She danced until her ankles bled And once she recovered she danced again. She danced carefully. She danced Knowing eventually her legs would break again Because they will never dance the same. They will never dance as strong. He saw her dancing and came to her And thinking she saw light she moved toward him And stopped when she remembered That his name was Darkness. His name was Danger And she did not know if she could bring him light... But she wondered And stood still Until he decided to dance with her or watch her die. Watch her be killed. His name was Darkness And my soul danced for him. She danced knowing she would die. She danced knowing it was fine.