Waltz of the Dead
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Written 04/02/2025, for the Iron Maiden " Dance of Death" song, contest sponsored by Robert James L.
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Scary lie shrouded in opulence
I ponder over well-known verses,
shattering the pattern of golden stones.
Must I contemplate funeral flowers?
Am I allowed to perch on despair,
reflecting the stare of a sightless bard?
I glimpsed a lone night sail
through dim marshlands.
One refreshing drink,
and I roamed beneath the radiant moon,
staring at sparkling constellations,
unaware of a celestial being so near.
Graceful black flames,
I feel the hidden pain
disregarding featureless spirits,
in harmony spectrally,
signaling twilight shades
within my shadowed soul.
To ascend as a blazing dragon,
touched by searing weights,
fused and blended
with astonishing embers—
where I will survey the ruins,
captivated by withered orchids.
To the rhythm of the deceased,
into the inferno’s circle, I pursued them.
To the center, I was guided,
as if time had frozen.
I was paralyzed with dread,
yet still, I desired to proceed.
The flames did not harm me
as I stepped upon the coals.
I felt as though I was entranced
and my spirit detached from me.
If only someone could have witnessed
what transpired with me,
I danced, I leapt,
and I sang alongside them—
all had death in their gazes,
lifeless forms, they were the undead,
returned from the abyss.
As I waltzed with the deceased,
my liberated soul chuckled
and wailed at me
from beneath my lifeless form.
I twirled in the circle of the deceased
until the moment came to reunite us both.
My spirit returned to me;
I was uncertain if I was living or dead
as the others joined me.
By chance, a conflict erupted
and drew attention away from me.
Protect me, beloved,
as the dance of death unfolds.
I long for the excitement of the
tears before dawn.
I’m numb, like an insomniac,
anxious for passion,
embracing the still darkness,
extending my heartbeat
as a perpetual glow of starlight,
In a smooth, silken rhythm?
this essence lingers,
snuggled by your mysterious heart.
Aimless armies surged
from the abysses;
the undead cackled endlessly,
howling harshly at me,
beneath my existence,
entangled in chaos.
Until time ticked
for our unity;
the spirit emerged,
uncertain, alive, or lost.
As companions arrived, a skirmish ignited,
drawing attention away,
skillfully avoiding,
escaping unnoticed.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2025
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