Dance of Death

The smell of silvery sweat
Brings back the memory of me
Once working, contending for a cause
That is now unknown and ceased to exist
So very long ago.

Instead, it is the iridescent jewel
Attempting a full glow and thereby blinding
The most severe cases of humankind
What comes close to that ever-forgotten
Dream of mine.

Stand up and scream
Why not fill thy lungs with air and
Let the world know how it’s mistreated
This fading alter ego, whom
You’d adore so much.

The world doesn’t care
In the mists of the empty forest
Only howls, and nothing more
Hollow words and void phrases
No-one treasures.

Its return too was in vain
When the playground swing
Was the tool of creation
Its destruction was imminent
Not a child played.

Now it might seem a disaster
And all the war in the world
but truth never called itself
by its real name, did it now
And what is it?

It is the dawn of a new era
Where one would frighten you
and simultaneously delight you
with the ecstasy of a broken mind
Everything is possible.

So I ask of you, ladies, gentlemen,
where is the fun in the impossible
if it cannot satisfy your hunger
Nor your thirst, nor your humour
Join the borderlands!

This soliloquy has gone on long enough
Now it is time to come out and see
With bright new eyes and a darkened soul
That which is rightfully ours
absit omen!

Let us become predators and prey alike
Clashing and slashing with steel
Abundant in the scrapyard of our minds
Let us perform the dance of death
Acta est fabula, plaudite!