Death Waltz
17 March, 2003
Author: David -Doc- Byron
Suspended in moonlight,
a museum of death,
a skeletal mambo,
cold icy breath.
Corpses slow dance,
among the headstones,
the music the peeling of flesh,
the grinding of bones.
Disembodied feet,
pound cold hard stone,
a moldy grave,
the prom Queen's throne.
She'll dance with her King,
til there's no darkness left,
her partner in eternity,
in the waltz of death.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| nikki (68.169.111.32) -- Wednesday, March 10 2004, 12:01 am this poem is wonderful and disturbing at the same time! pure genious |
| rain (70.178.90.159) -- Friday, August 12 2005, 06:00 am very nice, well rhymed |
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