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- - - CEMETERY DANCER - - -
At Autumn's first dying leaf
You can find her there
At the graveyard
When tombstones gently swirl in mists
You can find her there
At the graveyard
This lunar phase
Casts its glow on her pale flesh
Deathly shivers
Creep across me at her caress
In sordid mists
We cling onto our last breath
In love and death
We deny ourselves
Her scent lingers, the smell of Autumn leaves
Burning on the soggy ground, drifting through the trees
A chain of rubies draped across her skin
Compliments the scarlet eyes eager with sin
Wailing spectres tremble at her passing
As lovers cling to each other, poisoned kissing
Lips pressed against the slowly rusting mesh
Two forked tongues, sweetly, caressing the flesh
Jack O' Lanterns
Grin despair on fresh dug graves
Her essence burns
In cast light ere break of day
Fluttering flames
Haunting visions in my head
Dance with the dead
She won't be denied
Half-Life or undeath
The only answer
She danses, she danses
Cemetery Dancer
Masking the macabre
Covenant manser
She danses, she danses
Cemetery Dancer
At Autumn's first dying leaf
You can find her there
At the graveyard
When tombstones gently swirl in mists
You can find her there
At the graveyard
The biting cold
Brings goosebumps to the surface
I stand erect
There, as I behold her grace
Those brittle scrolls
Always fails to seize the light
Within the night
With graveyard leather
Murder city madness burning in veins
Collapsed in torment, left alone, diminished and grey
The cannibal feasting beneath the mold
With the discarded bones left out in the cold
She spits contempt with religious curses
And listens, patiently, to rambling verses
She fucks and sucks beneath the crooked cross
Death and decay, surely, dipped in her gloss
Her cruel mourning
Depraved in the winter sun
It stills the heart
In her writhing moans and cum
Upon a star
She wishes for malcontent
Sin and laments
Beats against the drums
Half-Life or undeath
The only answer
She danses, she danses
Cemetery Dancer
Masking the macabre
Covenant manser
She danses, she danses
Cemetery Dancer
At Autumn's first dying leaf
You can find her there
At the graveyard
When tombstones gently swirl in mists
You can find her there
At the graveyard
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 20th Aug 2015
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Anonymous
20th Aug 2015 7:38am
King Hades, so I see Autumn is upon us, All Hallows Eve is nearing. . .maybe for Halloween I will be a cemetery's dancer, either that, Elvira, Mistress of the Darkness. . .hmm. . .xoxo, your Devlin/Devil;)
21st Aug 2015 3:21am
what a splendid image you have given me. it brought an evil smile to my face. Thanks!
20th Aug 2015 8:46am
21st Aug 2015 3:22am
Anonymous
20th Aug 2015 11:06am
can only say WOW
I like the flow and imagery
I like the flow and imagery
21st Aug 2015 3:22am
20th Aug 2015 12:54pm
Once again, your title drew me in, and splendidly crafted write as always !
21st Aug 2015 3:28am
27th Sep 2015 9:00pm
"Her cruel mourning
Depraved in the winter sun
It stills the heart
In her writhing moans and cum
Upon a star
She wishes for malcontent
Sin and laments
Beats against the drums"
Wow these lines are fierce. Each one getting better as they go on, however these were favorite.. <3
Depraved in the winter sun
It stills the heart
In her writhing moans and cum
Upon a star
She wishes for malcontent
Sin and laments
Beats against the drums"
Wow these lines are fierce. Each one getting better as they go on, however these were favorite.. <3
28th Sep 2015 1:27am
28th Sep 2015 2:21am
