‘The death’s dance’

The dark pageant of death

dancing in an empty room

Sliding slowly through lonely streets

Swallowing up everything on its way

Gloomy music is surrounding it instead of empty silence

Dictating a rhythm to a final dance

Your feet start to move

Your body starts to feel the groove

Your mind is a vacuum

Your heart forgot to beat

You start dancing

Because you don’t know who you are

Dancing

And holding passion on your arm

Dancing

Because there’s nothing else left

Dancing

Because it’s the souls theft

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About Magdalena

I'm a positive thinker, a dreamer, a poet, a dancer, a writer. I want to empower people and inspire them to follow their dreams and create their lives exactly the way they wish them to be :)

Posted on November 27, 2010, in Poems and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. a dancing poem,
    well put.

    welcome join poets rally.
    thanks for sharing your talent…
    keep it up.
    Happy Sunday!

    • Thanks, I may join the poets rally soon but recently I haven’t got much time… I appreciate the encouragement from all the poets, though. Cheers!

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