A Look Beneath The Skull

Something I wrote 3 years ago and am proud of. Little on the dark side, but still one of my best poems.

Dance my dear, for the scythe descends, Across my chest to be your friend. But raise your glass up, he takes you high! Dance, my dear for tonight I die

Every night to keep it alive.

Burning faintly away from your eyes.

I’m the stars over your ocean as you sail away, On board with his warmth as I wither away, Alas, I wait slowly; the moon draws the tide, This night never ends, I’m barely alive.

Am I Rome or am I Greece: Will I prosper or hardly fall? Are my arms like ice or fleece? I know you forgot it all.

So raise your glass high, my sweet angel of life.

Just know all around you, I’m here and alive, And so is this sand I saved from the start, That’s now a glass castle and the remnants of my heart.

Drink ‘till the end, you’re always my friend, Regardless of the wars, The past expired, yet the passion never tired, And because this remains, I’m always yours.