Take my hand, and walk with me
Join me upon the ballroom floor
The music is subdued but rhythmic
And soon you'll be wishing for more
We are the recently dead
We are the newly lost
Your lifetime is now at an end
But dance, dance, there is no cost
The band is playing for free
While our bodies decay in pine box
We are the bones of our memory
We are the flesh of our past
We the lingering doubts
That kept us from victory
We are the echoes of joy
We are the last remnants of pain
Dance, now dance
The macabre dance of fate
I am a poet who has both been published and self published. All work on this blog is all copyright Alex Ness. While I make very little money from my work I am technically a professional. Measuring by the hours I've written I am professional. My goal is to share my work with as many people that can read it, as far as the internet may reach with it. I hope if you are moved you will share this blog with others, and perhaps buy my books.
Whatever the result, thank you for viewing this blog. I cannot express how greatly I appreciate the many people, from many places upon the earth, who have visited.
I bid you peace.
Je ne regrette pas la douleur, car il m'a fait plus forte