Written, March 27, 2025 For the International Contest, Dance of Death Sponsor, Robert James Liguori
Inspired by the song, Dance Of Death by Iron Maiden Let me tell you a story that will petrify you I will share what happened One night when I was in Paris on vacation I was drinking coffee at a cafe At a table alone in an outside terrace Then, I decided on a walk under the moon With the stars winking at me I was enjoying the solitude Unaware that I was being followed From a distance I was being stalked I ran feeling scared and fell As something cold touched me A handsome man stood blocking my path Oh, there was evil in his eyes Lets go for a drink he suggested to me Reaching out for my hand That is when the dance of the dead began As that hand felt dead Into a circle of fire I was led I seemed to be in a trance Soon, I was encircled by the dead Dancing with the dead Time stopped and I was frozen with fear But, still I danced And the blaze of the fire grew higher I danced on burning coals But felt nothing My soul and spirit was leaving Oh, if only someone could pull me back If only someone had witnessed this I danced, and twirled and sang for them They watched me with dead eyes Lifeless, empty men They had ascended from hell I danced with the dead, laughing howling for them My body felt heavy and cold As I danced in the circle of death A fight started and took the attention from me I fled running faster than the wind I just looked straight ahead running, running Thinking they will come after me, I am doomed I should have said my last goodbyes To my family and my friends Since that night when I am laying in bed I wake from my dreams to dance with the dead Since that night when I am laying in bed I wake from my dreams to dance with the dead To dance with the dead
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