Dance with the Devil

A Poem by ;

Something I wrote for the song....Because I love it!

The dreams began on the night my brother died
The night I murdered him
He came to me
With his icy blue eyes seeming to swirl with the coldest of fires
I dreamed of him taking my hand
Spinning me around his ballroom with the blood dripping from the walls
He would spin forever
There was no exhaustion
Just movement
And twirls
And jumps
And lies
For I knew that this man was not real
This man that oozes of evil will never be mine

I dreamed of him for ten days straight
We danced the same dance
We stepped to the same beat
The last time I dreamed of him
He said my name
"Sarafina"
And with so much longing, desire, and madness did he murmur in those words
Made me shiver
Before I could act on that longing I was pulled from my sleep

I had awoken with a knife protruding from my chest
I felt my lifeblood seep out of me
I could stand so I crawled to where in my backyard
Did a cross stick out of the ground
With proud righteousness
I curled next to that cross and seeped into my velvet cocoon

I awoke in his ballroom
Naked
With my own blood to cover myself
So much blood was it
It pooled with the other blood that was pouring down the walls
Where I had no beginning and they had no end

He walked up to me
And knelt down
He was in the same tuxedo that I always saw him in
He kissed my forehead
He took out the knife
Only to put it to my heart
Piercing me
But still I breathed
Our blue eyes met
He leaned down and whispered
"Welcome to Hell, My Beloved Sister"