Sun kissed feet over ballroom floors,
Leave little impression save for the dust to dusk
Which day brings
And with these rain stroked days
Sleepless moments of unrest, where everything is blind
“Treason to the light!
The sparrow cries”
The sun still tries to kiss through and through
It fights its way
Shattered curtains withhold the room’s captives
And music begins to play
Discordant with the sound of voices and footsteps
Making their own private beat,
To dance together
“And thy hold their heart closer then thy shell of a man”
Through the quavering of the blinds, radiance beamed down
Glancing, instead, choosing to shield his face
A delicate hand to be scarred as proof of their bitter enemy
And the thoughts that were held, drowned the otherwise voiceless music
With a melody of their own
The shrill sounding shrieks of pain, emitting from a room far below
Echoed through the perverse ideas kept within the occupants minds
And as lip curled,
It was unapparent if it was from joy at the coming feast
Or the on slaughtering of flies to follow
Bodies stretched up and stood
Feet that had never seen anything but the thick dust of age
Skidded briefly on the floor
As the music’s volume increased,
A sigh was heard throughout the crowd
“And now commence the Dance”
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