we dance a demon waltz
to tame the darkness
my dress made of midnight,
moonlight, and blood red dreams
smooth as silk and frayed at seams
as is your tattered tux and tails
your battered stovepipe hat and smile
we twirl through the funhouse ballroom
full of masks & mischief
as a million mirror images of us
waltz a terrifying two-step
just out of time
a moment too fast or slow
bewildering us until we don't know
are we the real or reflected?
1 comment:
Cleverly woven dream... or was it?
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