The Dance of Death.

Silence speaks in whispers

As your hands do your thing

Your eyes stare into emptiness

Your smile makes me think

The unsaid words form a story

As you take my hand

To make me stand on my feet

And to make me dance

Each step elegant

Each prance a gesture

Each look a story

Each smile to treasure

I try to match steps

I try to walk aside

But each motion makes me follow

To your command I abide

Strange it is

Addicted am I

For what can I do

Your eyes make me fly.

Happy are we

for we know

There is no end to this madness

we let the reigns go

We fly to unknown horizons

watching the sunset of a million sons

We have lived a million lives

now it is time to choose one

Looking to the others eyes

we make our move

We dance past the lost memories

moving to the groove

The flight of the Icarus

Night talks in purple legions

The sky stays sullen

The red moon cries up above

Yes, the thoughtful one falls once again.

And why,

asks the sky

do you care so much for the rest?

Why

should it matter that you become the crutch

for everyone who cries

for everyone who needs a helping hand

for everyone who is alone

when?

They ask

will you start thinking for yourself?

The thoughful one gazes above

the same face as before

For 1000 years I waited

to see them change

to see them have fun at else’s expense

and let the energy drain

For 1000 years I waited

for them to realize

that what they did was wrong

and waited for them to realize

But now I think its time

for them to pay the price

Let them whisper

let them cry

let them houl for mercy

let them all arise

For there will be a time when the world will look up to me and shout

‘Save us’

 

and I will whisper, ‘NO.’

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-Written on a Blood red moon night.

--Plagiarism ALERT : Last line from WATCHMEN, the Story.