He danced and spun
but spun with what was the question.
The moon watched as he danced
but the moon didn't seem as enhanced to do the same.
Although, he sorrowed much that his dance was in vain
for his lover was not with him, the dance, the dance of pain.
He looked high above his head and said
"if only my lover were dead".
"if only my lover were to be dead
then I could dance with no pain
for her hand would lay with mine
and the night wouldn't be a dread".
So he danced alone with fright
in hopes his wife would die the very next night.
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