You dream of dance

Upon arrival, stop for a sec and listen

to the many tiny feet pat-patting around,

then look for the slimy trails that glisten

as they go all about the troubled ground.

Pay attention to the tiny mourners' plight

as it rakes and tumble inside your head,

while their lidless eyes shine with delight...

they make room for you, most recent dead.

"Sure this is nonsense," you claim in a rage.

"A stupid delusion, this is all in my head!"

Invisible hands crafting a tenebrous cage

with teeth like diamonds and innards so red,

your life now a blot in a musty old page.

'Tis now dust as a shawl and bones as your bed!

"Where have I faltered, where did I err?"

Your question lingers in the chilling air;

no answer, it's obvious no one doth care...

the mind's now broken, so ripe for despair.

Then you start dancing, with feet that are bare...

if you've slipped into madness, you'll do it with flair!

Shocked, you tear yourself for the damnable dream;

your breath comes out hasty, the sweat's wetting your head.

Your thoughts are still frozen by the echoing scream...

the tiny mourners keep waiting for their dancing undead.

#fantasy #poetry #horror #WinnerTakesAll @mamba