I dream that the unknown came
within turbulent clouds.
A black shadow feared by man
looming fast in distant horizon.
A drummer with a thunderous pound
beating out the death march of man.
I saw lines of grim faces pale white.
death judged as too good for them.
They were dancers who found joy
in their folly. They lusted
for all fleshly pleasures.
They found to end to their torment.
The line led to a mushroom of fire
where even the stones melted
and those condemned did not die
but they burned gnashing their teeth.
I found myself walking among them
in that state I fear the most.
Guilty and condemned, a dead man walking,
but unable to make it to his death.
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Holy cow! This is a great take on the title! so unique from anything I've ever read. This is really outstanding!
Thanks a bunches for entering!
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