Dance With Mistress DeathA Poem by John StussyWritten from my perspective over a year ago.Relive the misery experienced, Slash open old mental scars To let the thoughts flow forth Red as wine in ruby chalices. I'll paint the cotton walls of my chamber With the remains of the impure memories, Actions of a murderer, killer, torturer. Things I did oh so willingly. I loved the dances with mistress Death, Her cold fingertips cooled my sweaty skin. A Venus of Dementia, she held me close And each time we danced in darkness She never stayed, she left me here. I screamed for her to return to me, Flirted with her throughout the days. Then I'd get the courage to ask again For one more terrible dance together. What if I had convinced her finally To take me to her sanguine realm? Her ruby red hair and steel eyes Come alive under the silver moon's gaze. I'd follow my mistress wherever she'd will, Trailing after like an obedient lupine. Bound in chains by a cold look of her eyes I'd be her prisoner forever more, Destined to answer to her call And die a thousand deaths over again. Yet I'd be willing to do so easy. Her darkness, completeness, her chill, It has captured my heart fully. Tonight, I shall call her to one last dance, The one where I'll get on one knee And deliver myself to her cold hands.
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Added on October 21, 2008Last Updated on October 21, 2008 AuthorJohn StussyAZAboutCook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..Writing
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