For Carolyn

Dark poetry.
Warm flesh against that of ice
Iron talons tracing the spine
Leaving trails of red
Do you dare dance with the dead

You cannot join me where I walk
Can not become what I am
But come anyway to my beckon
Dance with a dead demon

I cannot feel anything anymore
I am a spectra
Capering like a marionette pretending
Dancing the dance macabre never ending
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Published: 10/28/2010
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