I came upon a ghoulish sight Two spirits dancing in the night Twirling they were with ethereal grace An deathly pallor upon their face. The moon was entranced by what she saw Shedding her light on the vision below Trees swayed to their own gentle rhythm A backdrop to a scene macabre. In the distance a lonely bird trills In accord to the sighing of the winds Mists rise in diaphanous swirls Mimicking the pirouettes and twirls. Perhaps Nureyev and dame Fonteyn Escaped from the confines of the grave Had come to dance a Pas de deux As love for ballet they try to renew. They floated away to the cemetery Where spirits dance for eternity.