The Queen of the Dead

How many times have I slipped away

Into the dark unknowing

The mirrors are all filled with blood

The evil eyes are glowing

Into the silence she sings a song

She sings her voice to death

And in the mist she twirls around

Like butterflies are dancing

The butterflies are dancing

When she wakes she dreams aloud

For sleep here is not easy

She tells the dead who walk on by

Of dreams of fog and thunder

She dreams of impossible things

She dreams the butterflies are dancing

The corpses gather all over

To greet the Dead Man's ferry

The sun won't shine for quite a while

And she's the only one to tell me

For her people are unknowing

They cannot see the butterflies are dancing

So here she wanders

Lost, alone

Among the crowds of ghosts and ghouls

If she'll ever find a place

Of shining gold

And warmth and life forever

Where butterflies are dancing

The butterflies are dancing

Author's Note

When I came up with this I was singing it...so im not sure how its going to sound to all of you.....so let me know what you think!

Reviews

[David the writer]

It was great, really. The words were like a mirror into the scene you hath described. Niice, job keep it up

[Alexa Tasch]

Thank you very much!

[David the writer]

Thank you, for sharing. I have a question for you actually, Do you usualy write about this kinda stuff?

[Alexa Tasch]

Darker stuff? Yeah most of the time. Other times its romance things.....which still usually include death...

[David the writer]

Oh, I see. Just cirous cause I just happen to be co-founder, co-owner and scout for a group called "Never ending night". It's purely for horror poetry, elit horror poetry. I thought i'd invite you to join the brotherhood

[Alexa Tasch]

that sounds cool! What do you guys do?

[David the writer]

Only horror poetry. I host contests, polls, and remind people of things. Everyone's welcome to post threads, hosts contests, polls, anything really. We're a brotherhood, so we're equal except for me, and my freind. We decide who gets in, and who doesn't. I decide the writings that are approved, and the ones that aren't. For the most part, it's an anarchy. I really liked this piece, if you do more things such as this then you're more than welcomed into the brotherhood

[Alexa Tasch]

Thats sounds very interesting and I would be more than happy to join if you'd let me

[David the writer]

I'll check out more of your work, and such. But to be a member, you MUST be active

[Alexa Tasch]

That woun't be a porblem. I'm on here everyday unless I'm not home, which isn't very often

[C.C. Marx]

I think the best words to describe this is dark and magical I don't I got kind of a magical feel to it.....Well anyways amazing job one of my faves

[Alexa Tasch]

Thank you!!

[C.C. Marx]

Your welcome!!! :)

[Dr. Wood ?]

i think it needs a tune to cheer it up...Only joking..very dark as I would expect..very visual too...The Queen of the Dead now exists in my receptive mind...Hey....There are butterflies outside my window

[Alexa Tasch]

thanks! And thats quite the odd conincidence :)