Dance of Death


A low and rumbling gush of breath
So haunting in its dance of death
Sought entry through each tiny crack
Discerning everything I lack
And pondering portals I defend
So stoically against the wind
I dare not join him in the dance
For agony had brought a trance
Leading to an unmarked grave
Procession’s leader would not save
My soul
Throughout the night until the dawn
I danced with death
He led me on
Until a liturgy from lips
Whispered in the wilderness
Broke the never-ending spell
That tried to take my soul to hell

©Kay Salady



About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on January 5, 2017, in dark poetry, Kay Salady Poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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