The Blood DanceA Poem by Pale Divine*The blood dance* Fire in the sky bleeding through the dawn. A poetic funeral that steals the kingdom. Worlds with no existence, a banquet for the beggars. The essence of life, imprisoned. Death my culprit conquering the resistance, a deadly psalm as sweet as the nectar of sin. No blessings from hell, the prejudice of innocence. The dance of the damned, scarlet in the blood dance. The eternal within, the cross of the slain.
10/22/1989 © 2014 Pale Divine |
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Added on July 13, 2014 Last Updated on July 13, 2014 AuthorPale DivineLos Angeles , CAAboutI speak the language of the soul, I speak poetry... more..Writing
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