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    dots Submission Name: Danse of the Deaddots

    Author: Realitywarp87
    ASL Info:    25/M/FL
    Elite Ratio:    3.1 - 27/53/63
    Words: 526
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       Inspired in part by Camille Saint-Saens "Danse Macabre".

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    dotsDanse of the Deaddots

    La Nuit draws it’s carriage across the land
    For midnight’s hour is at close hand
    Candles blown out, I await my slumber
    Whilst Morpheus bides idly, to my mind encumber
    I close my eyes, in darkness I pray
    To seek solace in dreams, allowing my thoughts to stray
    When, a faint hymn of a stringed instrument I hear
    A susurrus noise hums inside my ears
    I arise from sleep to follow the sound
    Of a violin’s symphony wherein my head resounds
    Leading me through an uncanny chase
    Finding myself, arriving, in a most dreadful place
    Adjacent from an isolated cemetery, am I
    Where the souls of the departed, at rest, here lie
    The gates have opened to grant my entrance
    And I hesitate, momentarily, in this instance
    Suddenly, from out of a mausoleum I see
    A shadowy specter glides her way to me
    Extending her arm, she offers a chance
    To amuse her kin by way of dance
    Bewildered and in disbelief
    She instills me with a sense of relief
    Abruptly possessed, her hand I do take
    Causing the ground beneath us to convulsively quake
    My sights land on a mysterious, cloaked figure
    As if Death has been sent for my life to deliver
    Yet, in hand there’s no scythe, but the same violin
    Whose strings drew my presence, and waits now to begin
    Under a faint, moonlit glow we take our cue
    While a haunting nocturne now ensues
    Awakening the spirits of former lives
    Whose unearthly bodies proceed to rise
    A supernatural celebration, no need of pretense
    As this spectral ball does now commence
    From tombstone to tombstone we waltz in strides
    Spinning and turning with morbid pride
    Hand in hand with a wraith, whose beauty is such
    That my hair stands on end with an icy touch
    Her opaque, pale face shines like a light
    A breathtaking, ethereal, ghostly sight
    With sounds of an orchestra filling the night air
    The spirits of the dead wisp by everywhere
    Souls of kings and peasants, of paupers and bards
    All prance along in this ghoulish graveyard
    My phantom lady does now protest
    That I, here with her, should lie in rest
    An eternal festivity, where death is the price
    To enjoy, with closed eyes, this dark paradise
    Surrendering completely to this strange, new world
    Giving in to the desires of a ghostly girl
    A malevolent force with whom to reside
    Living a life, superstitious, in the otherside
    As the music now comes to a final tune
    I follow the apparition to her memorial tomb
    A faded, stone plaque marks her bodily grave
    Wherein lies her boudoir, whose entrance I brave
    Hers is the final face I see, as the coffin seals tight…
    When, with a bloodcurdling scream I awake with fright!
    Letting out gasps and tired sighs
    Whilst rubbing the sleep out from under my eyes
    Panic sets heavily from a claustrophobic scare
    As I realize the effects of my lurid nightmare
    A macabre setting, dansé with the undead
    The music and spirits fill my mind with dread
    Arising to ignite a candle and clear my head
    Only to find a violin resting beside my bed…

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      This is definately another favorite! I was instantley transported into this scene. I like how you put the tempter as something he would want. That he couldn't avoid or even resist. Sometimes death has that feeling. The ONLY thing I would have appreciated was they outside feeling. Like was it cold? Rainy? I mean I could easily put my own take on how it was but I think it would add a little to the overall feeling. But I still loves it! Good work!

    <3 Carly
    | Posted on 2012-03-01 00:00:00 | by youngLOgic | [ Reply to This ]
      In the fourth to the last line it's dance not danse. By the by this is great! A definite fave.

    | Posted on 2012-02-29 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]

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