I felt like writing dark
and this came out

~L.~


Dance With Death




The television flickered to black and white
a signal things were not okay tonight
as by the red candles I did stand
music played and Death beckoned for my hand

As to the black dancefloor me he led
a hesitant voice whispered inside my head
"He comes to soul dance, DO NOT GO!"
but I was caught in the music's hypnotic flow

A smokey fog steathly filled the room
Death whispered "Your pain will be over soon
"All I ask is that you willingly dance,
Tell me, Will you take that chance?"

Alas, my folly I realised too late
but could I still change my fate?
Politely I told Death "I must go"
He roared "HOW DARE YOU REFUSE ME SO!"
trembling as I was, I made my stand
"Death, my hand belongs to another's hand"

Suddenly the music stopped and the fog lifted
I realised another chance in Life I'd been gifted
to dance with Death I had said "No!"
as I realise it's not my time yet to go.

28/06/09




Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-06-27 at 16:22

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