Grimm Fandango.

With bony hands I hold my partner,
on soulless feet we cross the floor.

The music stops as if to answer,
an empty knocking at the door.

It seems his skin was sweet as mango
when last I held him to my breast.

But now, we dance this Grimm Fandango,
and will four years before we rest.

Manny Calavera © Double Fine
Maria Calavera © Rooster Teeth