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A Dance With Charon

Ah fate, now that I have a chance
Moments, reasons, so chill the dance,
As the garments of death arrive
To breathe a life in lifeless chance.

So swept up chilled, a frost alive
In slumbers thrust-- my faith derives,
Beneath a branch of snowy larch
The music swayed inwards, to thrive.

As rent fabrics cascade and march
To dance so with death, leaves one parched.
In swirls and twirls,  I dance for life
And death my soul, by moonlit arch.

The fiend so swept the music rife
A dark pageant unbound by fife,
Has danced in chance, to win my life
As his garments so rise and thread
The cock so crows, and soon I wed
The beastly breath of lifeless dead
In sunny light so gleams his knife.

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  • suseann
    January 24, 2009

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    Hairumph!

    This is skillful and beautiful poetry.
    My favorite lines are,
    (As his garments so rise and thread
    The cock so crows, and soon I wed
    The beastly breath of lifeless dead.)
    Charon being a euphemism for death.
    Despondently it grooves tightly
    With abrupt painful loss of hope