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Inspired by Iron Maiden’s song Dance of Death


When the transiting sun shined enchantingly,
spreading color spectrum in the chameleon sky,
I saw once the masked figures of ingenious craft, 
walk with me enticed on the broken garden path.
At nightfall, I didn’t hear their footsteps prancing,
while their masks dissolved in the depth of darkness,
I saw their shapeless hollow faces
that chilled my spine immobile. 

In the desolate domain of eerie milieu, 
under the ebony shadow of the opaque sky, 
on the murky hideous landscape desolate, 
the nocturnal creatures danced lifeless, 
stalking me as sinister night riders, 
that slithered in the sly from the creepy forlornness 
of the scary wild where I followed them entranced.

With the arcane image of death concealed, 
as feral creatures of deceptive charm they lurked.
Like the sordid silhouettes of lethal menace 
they stealthily sneaked with the shadow of dark danger	
into the quintessence of my placid life.  
They sipped my soul’s nectar from the chalice of squalid night, 
enticing me to join them in the dance of death.

After the party ended in the middle of the fatal night,
the shapeless figures left one by one.
The psychedelic lights dissolved into gripping darkness,
the spiteful wild air rippled with the cadence of death.

Then I saw the figures return, floating in the rhythm of ballet.
Chiseled from the blocks of deadly darkness
their fragile frames configured from the vicious void
assembled to fill my lonesome emptiness
that danced to the music of death.

I sensed me sinking with my morphed essence
within the flowing trance of the mystique night.
I heard the distant bell toll faint for me,
the music of life’s violin stopped in an instant
within the time transcending depth of silence. 

When my time flowed to the stilled past, I wanted to relive,
I felt the invisible cold grip take away my last breath,
until I emerged from the spell of trance,
when my soul arose from the fathomless unknown depth,
where I had been hypnotized,
making music in infinite solitude for the dance of death.
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