Title: The Dance Macabre
Summary: Death is but a celebration, and you and I the hosts. !Freeverse
Notes: My try at writing a freeverse, sorry I haven't been writing for a while!
They gave us both 'names',
that neither one of us liked,
and then they said,
that they were going to throw us,
to the S*U*N
.
They told us that we would
burn and sizzle and shine
but we still begged,
for a little while longer,
with our little boy
.
'Please, not Harry, take me instead!'
.
'Lily, take Harry and run!'
.
We were ignored though,
and so they
TOSSED
us to the S*U*N
like they said that they would
.
Then they had the nerve
to beg and plead
for us not to melt
.
As if they hadn't asked us for enough
.
Our lives
I love you
.
Our son
We love you
.
Our friends
I'll never forget you
.
They laughed through the darkness
at us,
.
After all,
Death is but a celebration
and you and I the hosts
.
They
d-r-a-g-g-e-d
us
from our graves
.
Toyed with us
until we
br/oke
.
Until all which was left
was ashes
and our remains
{The things that used to be us}
.
They told us to dance
ordered us
and that brought a light to our eyes
our souls
.
-You and I will never be free-
-We'll never find peace-
.
So let us dance for eternity,
my love
let us jump and twirl
and glisten under the sun
that stole our lives
.
Let us Dance the dance Macabre
The Dance of The Dead.
.
And if we become bored?
Of our dance I hear you call?
What do we d-a-r-e
to do?
.
Why not start a waltz?
Dance the f.o.x.t.r.o.t ?
Either way,
each dance is as complicated
as the next -
.
Death is but an act,
and you and I the actors
.
The stage
set to burn us alive
.
The crowd watching
waiting to watch us burn
like their tickets
said we would
.
But instead
of following the script
{Destiny's aren't written in the stars, or in stone}
we decided to start a dance
you and I
our dance
.
The Dance Macabre
The dance of the dead