Dance of the Damned

There's a perpetual chill in the air

Where the voices whisper ever soft

Like a wind whisked through your hair

Like the tired lessons mothers taught

How proper girls were docile and fair

Rather everything I was not

I can hear them call to me

Singing songs of strange places

Brushing me with hands like a breeze

Begging me to see their faces

It's a ghastly ball of black and white

Fine corpses dance with painted masks

Only in the darkest, coldest nights

Coaxing me to fall into his lifeless grasp

The reaper coos softly in my ear

His voice composed of sweet, hypnotic rhythms

Urging me to stay with him here

In this world so beautifully dark and grim 

His cool hand linger at my waist

Keeping me in this cryptic palace

Perhaps it would be easier to give in and stay

In this damned dance forever lost

Author's Note

God has the glory <3

Reviews

[s y e]

This was good, I enjoyed reading it. It has lovely description, word choice and flows really well. You've hit the mark with this one, great job

[Lost in Wonderland]

Thank you :)
God bless

[CreativeCookie]

It has great rythm and flow along with lovely descriptions. I love it!
Love,
CreativeCookie

[Lost in Wonderland]

Thank you dear!!
God bless

[Kyle Sky]

Very very nice. This poem presented fear of damnation at the same time a sense of comfort in it... Truly a dance of the damned. May souls have the courage to escape such dance, or rather be willing to continue it. Wonderful piece.

[Lost in Wonderland]

Thank you so much kyle(:

[Invisible]

I didn't think i'd be that into it, but I like this piece :) I just wrote a poem about god too btw.

[Lost in Wonderland]

Thanks:) I do love God though this was more falling into a darkness and scared to fight away from it. But hey, thats just my way of looking at it:P

[Invisible]

everyone's different, everyone's entitled to their own thoughts on god too, so long as you continue hating pagans and converting everyone else lol