A Dance Unto Death
When the deafening dead drum beats pierce the air
Strong echoes reverberating through the mind
With its soul-shaking sensations
And mind-maddening melodies
Halting the hisses of hateful hearts
Even as it was, is the noblest act
Flowing freely from a free fair spirit.
...The sweetest poison is brewed
The most attractive trap is laid
A death so dearest is designed...
Smothered is the mind's sane judgement
Compromising the heart
Standing the soul for a dance
A dance so macabre yet thrilling
A dance so grave yet exciting
A dance performed less conscience and reasoning
A dance unto death.
Copyright © Alozor Michael Ikechukwu | Year Posted 2013
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