She Dances Under Stars
She dances under stars
'Cause that's the place to be
When black is the color
Blood is the need
That makes existing in a way
Nor live nor dead
Acceptable in finality
Agreeable in purity
Apocalyptic in power
Abject in submission.
The stars fill the night and do not judge
For they are just the lamplights of eternity
Scattered through the empty attic
Everything stumbles through
She just waits, dancing in her corner
For some hapless mortal groping through the dark
To fall into her arms, that she may feed
To draw his life to her as only her kind may
"The Blood is the Life", how true, how true -
So dance and draw it home
To one who appreciates it.
The stars will never judge
For they are the sparks of a fire
Whose tender has long since turned away;
So dance whenever black is the color
Blood the need;
Night's children know the truth:
Be true to what you are;
Apologies are for sycophants -
Triumph is for those who know themselves.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2008
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