Dance of the Damned
The dance of the damned — such a perilous waltz!
Uneasy, unearthly, in merriment false,
Whisked away blithely, a one-two-three beat,
A smooth flowing tempo, in hell, bitter sweet!
We’re damned and we know it, in halls lost in time!
Swaying anon to an infernal rhyme,
Swinging and clinging and twirling in grey,
Dancing for always in heartbroken play…
Where are the riteous? No longer in sight!
Lost in the battle; it’s unending night!
Eternity Christless and dank as the cave,
This is our dancehall, a fate we must brave.
Holding each other, consoling our wrath,
Languishing ever in this bitter bath,
Waters of torment that sully our joy,
Momentum in madness for each girl and boy.
These spirits don’t matter; they’re chained down below,
Jesus can’t reach them or His mercy show,
Just silly rag dolls with eyes lightless wan,
Perdition’s the piano, the Paraclete gone.
Blacker than night at the cusp of new moon,
Only the movement we see as a boon,
Touches so sordid, our blank spirits shot,
Lost emanations, by heaven forgot…
AD Lovkis, 17/08/25
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