Obscurity Dancing

by Maple Tree   Oct 16, 2014


I've spiraled a very long road,
to the depths of darkness and
back again.

The immortal me became
powerful and numb-
deception was a flicker
of a burning flame.

Like a stone sculpture,
the curves of my body
grew cracks, brittle, and
unaware of mossy, silk
stockings that dangled
from side to side.

I was nothing more
than a dagger to the soul,
vampiric teeth at the nape
of a victims neck.

Flesh to blood,
veins of life no more.

Oh forgive me for the selfishness
I partake in thee and those before me-

I feed on the night,
moon is a beckon
of guidance-

A shadow dancer of death.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    This is a beautiful poem Andrea, but strangely dark for poems I'm used to reading from you.nature element is still there "deception was a flicker of a burning flame" "a stone sculpture..." "I feed on the night, moon is a beckon of guidance" these are all natural elements, yet they're darker, harder, not as gentle and sweet as your poems usually are.
    The second lady stanza almost seems to lift the mood a little"moon is a beckon of guidance"but then the final line hits rock bottom"a shadow dancer of death"it's almost as though you're teasing death and flirting with it, yet you are death, and death is you. A stunning piece, very sharp and beautifully written :-)

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