It's the periphery glimpse of the blackest trouble.
The delectable aroma of undiluted evil.
An invisible string, 
That tugs you forwards and backwards,
Around the murky waters of a bottomless well.
Singular woman.
You're engaged in a  firedrake dance, 
On the lepidote edges of ancient hell.
Within the fog of a ghostly spell.
As the beast looks out from within a shaded dell.
Every beat of it's cold heart,
Somebody's death knell.
Will your dance end, at the rapturous crest 
Or the lonesome pits of a cerise swell?
Time, nothing but time will tell.

Can you hear,
The dreams and screams of terrified fear?
Do you dare, dare
Taste the touch of that familiar stranger?
We're inside a dance.
A Dance in Tar major.

When the music stops moving
One, just one  
Darkness, still standing

The lights are off
Open your eyes now, if you still can

Dancing...



A Dance In Tar Major -  © 2005 Ahkenaton  all rights reserved