The Ballroom

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

A dance to death...

Out of the depths

Of the deep and dark

He clutches at my soul

And I’m afraid,

For all my bravado,

I have let it go.

 

 

A smile to die for –

A smile that kills –

His fingers close on my neck.

While he plays along

On the strings of my heart –

Goes on to wreak havoc…

 

 

He lifts up my face -

I stare into those eyes –

Dark as the pits of hell!

As the world blurs

And the music fades

And the clock strikes twelve.

 

 

His vice-like grip

Draws me in –

(Is that all? I wonder…)

My quivering heart palpitates -

Is it just to fear

That it surrenders?

 

 

I’m a puppet hanging

By the chains

On his fingers -so deft.

I know his arms

Around my waist

Are but an embrace of death

 

 

Cold disdain

Fiery passion

What burns me more?

He consumes me

For all I am,

Why haven’t I walked out the door?

 

 

My petrified limbs

Succumb to him

In willing fear and fright,

As I continue to sway

To the beat of his breath

As I dance with the devil tonight.


Submitted: November 14, 2014

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