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Danse Macabre

Cast to damnation,
A black revelation,
A labyrinth perilous dark,
Heaven’s cessation,
A brand of sedation,
In spirals despicably stark.

Sporting with devils,
On multiple levels,
Of hell, with the angels bereft,
Ashtaroth revels,
In sin that dishevels,
As hopelessness weighs with such heft.

Dancing in fever,
With death the deceiver,
The waltzing and revelry slow,
Lust is a cleaver,
A deadly bereaver,
Enticing the passions to grow.

Here as I’m sweating,
Salvation forgetting,
The circles of time in a haze,
Wholly upsetting,
Continual fretting,
This godlessness marring my days.

Almost forgotten,
In mansions so rotten,
The catacombs fashioned of woe,
Statues ill-gotten,
And whiter than cotton,
The marble in firelight glow.

Dancing forever,
With demons so clever,
In destinies thrown to the dogs,
Hereby I sever,
My hope by a lever,
And dance in the eventide fogs…