Dance of Death

by Cindy   Nov 22, 2009


Dance of Death

Pleasure is just an illusion
Unfeeling, restless, lifes' outcast
Unnoticed snowflakes fall silently
Forever lost in winters' grasp

Dancing to the music of death
Spiraling, alone, numb with fear
Relentless north winds blow
Like dark laughter in your ears

Icy cold pierces beating hearts
Painful destiny now arrives
Forgotten, entombed, frozen grave
No one hears loves final cries.

Written for a word association club challenge

By: Cynthia Graver
Nov 22, 2009

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  • 8 years ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    What a beautiful but sad poem Cindy, with its great imagery.
    So loved the last verse :

    'Icy cold pierces beating hearts
    Painful destiny now arrives
    Forgotten, entombed, frozen grave
    No one hears loves final cries.'

    A tragic end to a once great Love..

    This a good piece of work and I'm so glad I saw Bens comments on this, and then, had to take a peek myself!
    Nicely penned.

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Cindy - this moved me - genuinely. It really is an accomplished little piece that takes the reader to a very dark and lonely place - not to mention a cold one!
    All the best and I do hope you are well,
    Ben

  • 15 years ago

    by Countess of Monte Cristo

    Cindy, I like this style of writing very much. There's an element of goth in it, and it is so vivid. The metaphors you use are also creative. A 5 for me, Cindy.

  • 15 years ago

    by kelleyana

    What a sad write Cindy. You are so creative and never afraid to take on any poetry challenge. Ilike how every line of this poem is placed. This line left me thinking...

    "Pleasure is just an illusion". Maybe for certain persons. I believe that pleasure is like love, it cannot be found where it does not exist, but sometimes without we had to search for it, it visits up unexpectedly and when it's here, all we can do is close our eyes and let our hearts takes over. Very well done Cindy, 5/5, kel.

  • 15 years ago

    by anand singh

    When it comes to challenges my friend, none is too big for your ovely tallented mind.
    You've done a wonderful job with this dark and sad piece.
    Take care.
    Paul...