Baron’s Dance

Skulls tell the story
Of transitory glory
Caught betwixt and between
Fit for a queen
The Baron does his dance
For more than circumstance
Just see him dance!

Deadly nightshade flower
Relinquishing each hour
Spirits are on fire
Death’s a jesting liar
The Baron’s lilting cry
Is shattering the sky
But hear him cry!

Bartering your soul
Make your halves fit whole
Black and white combine
Demonic and divine
The Baron calls the tune
A rising blood-red moon
Just hear his tune!

(c) Hele valentine 2014, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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4 Responses to Baron’s Dance

  1. monocochlearmutineer says:

    Yes!!

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