She has danced to the music of sorrow,
she has danced to the music of hate,
she would dance to the music tomorrow,
in the memory of her beloved mate.

The music of today is a-changing,
from mournful quiet melody,
of which she would spend nights dancing,
to uncertain rhythm and harmony.

The drum, whose beat she count upon,
was louder than the notes it led,
and before the main theme has begun,
the coda that followed has ended.

Five beats instead of four,
or four five four five, even,
certainly not three anymore,
nor eight one four seven.

The music, it gathered in crescendo,
and we all dance to it till we die,
she put on her dancing shoes...and so
she kept on dancing. And sigh.

I like it :)

The widow's come back for an encore,
And with her, it seems, her troupe,
Have they returned to settle an old score?
And with it their honor recoup?

Or has curiosity simply arisen,
if they've heard of Vendetta's acclaim;
Or seeing tumblemonster in prison,
that caused them to get back ingame?

Regardless of motives or cause,
for those in due time we shall learn,
She dances to the music because
the stars shine on their worthy return.