The moon reveals the best in us.
It reflects our inner thoughts and desires.
Some may howl at the moon,
while others are impelled to dance.
Dance until the sun rises.
Dance until your limbs grow tired.
Dance until you feel at peace.
At peace with the world.
Rise up through the air.
Lift your fins.
Your pointy face to the sky.
Dance for me.
Let the water flow.
Back into the ocean.
But keep yourself in the air.
Dance for me.
Give me your wicked smile.
A little laugh.
Show me your endless joy.
Dance for me.
I want to see your special dance.
A clap or two.
A little twist for me.
Dance for me.
The dance floor is full.
The guests twirl between statues.
Sad expressions etched into faces.
Tears flow down frosty cheeks.
An undercurrent of evil lies
beneath the music and gaiety.
Time to leave the perfect guests
and the frozen smiles.
Time to escape if one can.
THE DEAD GAME
A doorway to hell and beyond.
And death, I don’t need to remind.
Twisted limbs beg your forgiveness
as they beckon for your presence.
The midnight dance has begun.
Come and join in on the fun.
THE DEAD GAME
Put on your mask.
Dress in your gown.
Step into your party shoes.
The dance is about to begin.
Music fills the mirrored room.
The band picks up the beat.
Dancers swirl under glowing chandeliers.
Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.
The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.
The clock strikes midnight.
The music stops.
The dancers stand still.
The Dead Game has begun.
THE DEAD GAME
DANCE IN THE WOODS
Feel the wind in your hair.
Raise your arms in the air.
Sway in the dark.
Alone in the park.
Dance in the night.
It will give you light.
Dance with the moon.
The sun will rise soon.
Let loose, dance, sway, and bend.
Mother nature is your friend.
DANCE IN THE WOODS
Feel the wind in your hair.
Raise your arms in the air.
Sway in the dark.
Alone in the park.
Dance in the night.
It will give you light.
Dance with the moon.
The sun will rise soon.
Let loose, dance, sway, and bend.
Mother nature is your friend.
Faces to the sky.
Lift them way up high.
Smiles so bright and wide.
You’ve nothing to hide.
Yellow hair to the sun.
It’s time to have some fun.
Long, green leaves clap to the song.
This morning, nothing is wrong.
Deep roots rumble in the ground.
To a beat, you’ve lost and found.
A field of dancers shakes the earth.
I watch as I bubble with mirth.
Lost in a swirl of smoke
as it climbs the night sky.
It dances with the wind
as it reaches up high.
The smoke flickers and shakes
throughout its delicate journey.
Braced against any breath
from the nearby beings’ yearning.
It rises slowly.
Its arms reach up to the moon.
A cold wind wafts past.
It will be there all too soon.
