Devil's Dance
A dance of a whirling fire,
Composed of no other,
Than he who is let to dance,
And dance no other.
Devil's Dance
Among the Graveyards,
across and throughout the rows,
a rhythm lurks,
a rhythm like no other.
Devil's Dance
Sloppy and dreary it may seem,
To the living.
But take a closer look,
And you'll be joining.
Devils Dance
Attack me with your lines
Attack me with your rows.
After all in the dance,
Isn't it quantity over quality?
Devils Dance
Go ahead, pull the trigger,
Throw me into the dance like no other.
A dance of the darkest ditch,
A ditch of he who let enters.
Devils Dance
Erase my mind,
A hundred years to blame.
Walk me into a hallway,
with flickering white and yellow.
Devils Dance
Ironic it may seem,
That for some reason,
An expression that's shows life where sun lies,
Can be expressed in the color black, where Devils thrive.
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Poetry Cauldron
PoesiaSo, here's the Poetry Cauldron. A collection of poems I made. But poems I enjoy written by others will be shown in here, the description! @forgotten_ones made a good poem named, "Is It Still A Joke Now?" Great poem. Go check it out
