...and they were at it again,
their little dance,
he leading the way,
she begging for a chance.
Death: One step, two step,
he knew the way,
she was his this time,
slowly slipping away.
But her Lord, most Merciful,
had for her other plans,
He embraced her softly,
and held onto her hands.
"Not today, O servant of
mine,
I still want more for you.
He won't win this dance,
go back and do your due."
And so he retreated,
His face dark and grim,
and so the dance ended,
and once again, was she
saved by Him.
