Just Some Poetry

Nocturnal Dance

Come in!
Come in!
Dance with your fears!

The burning candles on the crystal chandelier
Can't light up the opulent ballroom's bleak atmosphere
Night's violins form an orchestra of melancholy
Their golden strings made of my misery

The first dance of the night is reserved for self-doubt
An excellent dancer whom my love for tango is about
Slowly, passionately, we hover through the room
Past the window, outside the cold-shining moon

Then the fear of future asks for a jive
Shows me everything bad that possibly could arrive
Impressions of future and the ways in which I'll fail
A life as terrible as the cruelest fairytale

The one who always shows up, never forgets
The fear of past brings the smoke of cigarettes
Spin around, spin around, he's twirling me through the shadows
Of past, haunting me as my personal ghosts

Finally last one arrives - fear of loss
Incredibly pretty with her lips' shiny gloss
Charms me, disarms me, spins me softly around
When she pulls out her knife I can't make a sound
But I knew she's the worst one, the one always there
The one against whom I'm not able to prepare
Each time our dance ends in a bloody affair
And one last time her dress swirls through the air

The ballroom is empty, the candles burned down
My stabbed body lies on the floor in my night gown
They will return, they're the secret that I keep
And with that knowledge, in the end, I fall asleep

Dance with us!
Play with us!
Wait till we are back!