He remembers the first time they danced. She looked so beautiful; an angel clothed in shimmering red. Her eyes were bright, shining with excitement and her smile was filled with joy. He spun her round and round, until they were both dizzy from laughter (or was it from the spinning).
He remembers all of this, and sees the glinting silver rain. Her eyes, once bright, has dulled, stared listlessly ahead. Her smile, once joyful, was smeared by the unsightly red.
She lies in a sea of deep crimson as he held her once more.
Her last dance was with death.