Dancing With Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Cover image: pixabay.com.

Dancing With Death

He’s so straight-faced,

won’t crack a smile,

as I dance along

and hold out my hands

towards him.

His skeletal fingers

don’t so much as twitch

from their grip on his scythe.

I know he wants nothing more

than to cut me down.

Fair enough;

I can play his game.

Up on the railing

I might wobble for a bit

until I find my balance.



I bow my head

and give a grin

as round and round

I start to spin.

There’s one hell of a drop,

but I’ve not quite reached

the point of jumping.

I’ll give him a chance

to pull me in,

or push me over;

to steal my breath,

still my heart

and make his catch.

I’m more than willing

to take a dance with


Submitted: March 08, 2021

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Mike S.

Fine poem, scary specter, Hull

Mon, March 8th, 2021 5:52pm

Lawrence Grieco

You clearly found your voice in this poem. It resonates.

Mon, March 8th, 2021 6:05pm

Alexander Byrne

Nicely done!

Mon, March 8th, 2021 9:35pm


Beautiful and dark. Hope all is well. Great poem from one goth poet to another.

Mon, March 8th, 2021 11:22pm

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