Dancing in the Dark

A daily battle to control the skies

We met within the Twilight Zone

as day bled silent into night,

enveloped shapes danced all alone

devoid of music and of light.

As starpocked skies gave evening breath

and fallen ones burned astral trails

the shapes arose and mocked their death

as moonlight wained and finally failed.

Author's Note

Read carefully it is not about what one may first think, read deeper and imagine dark shapes dancing in private and for those that don't know me ~ the little death ~ is another way of saying orgasm, italian I believe, so think on maybe this is not a dark poem.

Reviews

[FallenWingz]

u totally got me until i read your AN.....its one spin u did there...its quite good....

[Daytonight]

Beautifully spun. Keep up the great work.