The Ghost Dance
The ghosts dance
to an unheard tune.
They swirl and spin,
they fade in and out.
Never in the same place.
They never stop.
The world of the living has kicked them out.
The martyrs.
The saints.
The angels.
None of them have been given a place to call their own.
For those who are not excepted by society,
the unwanted,
for those who are dead,
here's the bad news.
No one cares.
The music carries on.
It's getting louder and louder.
The light is shining off the knifes in their pockets.
Their masks are bulletproof,
nothing can shatter them.
They twirl and spin,
waiting for the moment to strike.
The names on the cards.
Victims.
They wait for the perfect moment,
then,
DEAD.
That is what we are to them.
The living are now dead.
The dead are now living.
For every person killed,
a new ghost is added.
They are slowly adding to the death tole.
One by one, we drop.
The music crashes.
The dancers stop.
Everything freezes.
Then,
BANG.
The dead lung.
The screams of the living fall on deaf ears.
The rest of us are dead too.
The music starts again.
Now there are more.
The names on the cards have changed.
The whispers can be heard.
The trees are moving in time to the Dance.
The living are cowering in fear.
Good, that is how it should be.
They should fear us.
That is the natural order of things.
They think that they rule the world.
Well now, let's test that theory.
One. Step to the left.
Two. Step to the right.
Three. Bow to your partner.
Four. DIE.
That is the Dance of the Dead.
The louder the music,
the more you dance.
The more you dance,
the faster you die.
The world is burning.
The music picks up pace.
The dancers are drawing their knifes.
Their masks are cracking.
They all stop.
Everything is still
Then as one,
the knifes are thrown.
The light catches the blades.
The dancers are laughing at you.
The last step of the dance has been preformed.
You.
Are.
DEAD.
Hey how's it? As you should be able to tell, this little thing I call a poem has really nothing at all to do with VK. I mean if you wanted to you could say that it's about the vampires in a twisted sorta way. I got the idea from the opening theme song of Vampire Knight Guilty. The part were Yuuki is wearing that dress in the woods and is spinning? I hope that this poem is good enough for y'all. If not, let me know! It always helps if I know what I did wrong! So, REVIEW!
Sincerely the ever iNSAnE,
Synk