William A Russell Poet Free verse

Razorblade Ballet

Once upon a sadness, 
               The darkness came to play
           And the children of the blood 
                 Danced the razorblade ballet
           
          An orchestra of the lost 
               Played songs on the night
            While  the winds of misery
                Carried the pale tunes through  
                   Lonely skies
         And upon vunerable ears this
             Lullabye of hurt did fall
          As  steel and flesh unite
                      Ancient practice
                Spill the drops
                 Purge the blackness
          Scars are mine, pain divine
       When lights balance holds not the sway
               Only dancers know the price
           My razorblade ballet.

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Catherine Reinke February 23, 2009 at 5:48 PM great title. the first verse is sublime, it could stand on its own. very macabe!

Charles Ruble February 20, 2009 at 9:05 PM Great poem,love the way it was phrased.

Hana Ryusaka February 20, 2009 at 11:46 AM I love the line "Only dancers know the price." This is a really beautiful poem...