The final dance will be the cueA Poem by Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryLights shining Serenading whispers A dance floor of love For the lovers' last dance
Tip your hats for the sweet libertine The queen of smoke and mirrors
Kneel before the black fledgling spirit The master of darkness
Here the music play This haunting music on the wisp
Whispering sirens And cursing apostles
As they meet in The dance of death
The final dance
This is satans cue
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Added on May 8, 2011Last Updated on May 8, 2011 AuthorSherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryKirkcaldy, Sherbs house on Sherbs street :D, United KingdomAboutI am Sherb of Sherbs Dreaming tree, Come inside and see, My marvellous range of tea. Haha Im Sherb I love poetry, it was my life for wuite a while and i have been suffering an 18 month block .. more..Writing
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