Free Verse (Sword Dance)
by Taylor McAuley
High above, the Moon spectates.
Its gentle light catches your face.
With a mischievous grin, I ask, “Shall we dance?”
You grit your teeth
Dry blood paints your lips.
Your steps are hurried,
Grace abandoned,
Time forgotten.
I embrace this morbid ecstasy.
Shining silver stained scarlet.
This passion sets my soul ablaze.
I lead, you follow,
We clash in vain.
In this faded, desolate hall
We continue this eternal ball.
“Shall we dance?”
Alas, how we’ve changed the steps.
Yet, looking into your wild eyes,
A neglected melody plays again.
Its gentle light catches your face.
With a mischievous grin, I ask, “Shall we dance?”
You grit your teeth
Dry blood paints your lips.
Your steps are hurried,
Grace abandoned,
Time forgotten.
I embrace this morbid ecstasy.
Shining silver stained scarlet.
This passion sets my soul ablaze.
I lead, you follow,
We clash in vain.
In this faded, desolate hall
We continue this eternal ball.
“Shall we dance?”
Alas, how we’ve changed the steps.
Yet, looking into your wild eyes,
A neglected melody plays again.