Compilation of Poems
Dance Of The Women In Scarlet
Masked maiden fair and slender walked among the hall of Lear, dressed in scarlet with skin of ivory splendor, paused beneath the light of bright chandelier.
A man of aristocracy, plump and draped with gold wore a mask of a swinish sort, suddenly caught a glimpse of beauty untold.
A women in scarlet among the court.
He embraced her and all her charms of death, he could not resist the final dance.
With each twirl she laughed at his fading breath, while the music changed with a sullen nuance.
Her bony fingers clapped, rattling, filling him with dread, while her voice filled the hall with the tone of the dead:
"Danse macabre!"
"Danse macabre!"
Whimpering fool, whose last cry of dismay will go unheard. The court of worms call for all.
Lovely skeleton still graceful with each sway, on the morrow will find another to call.
Whose To Blame
The innocence of a child's questions, always remain true.
Children with their sweet and pure hearts a soft hue.
Listen to this story told and watch the truth unfold.
A frightened child, runs to daddy's side screaming wild, and all to hide.
A face full of questions, with no exceptions.
Daddy, daddy, why is the world cold, whose to blame? My child the world, the people, it is a hideous game.
Daddy,daddy, why is the world cruel, whose to blame? My child the world, the people, all to whom love is tame.
Daddy,daddy, why doesn't the world change its way , whose to blame? My child the world, the people, those that will always say the same.
My child the world, the people always seeking reasons and others to blame.
Those that hide.
Those that stay quiet.
Those that choose to be the problem rather than the solution.
Just remember my child, the smallest of droplets, can make the biggest of waves.
Dark Angel
So beautiful
So bright
Singing songs of praise
All through the night
So wonderful
So holy
Everything done
Was
Masked maiden fair and slender walked among the hall of Lear, dressed in scarlet with skin of ivory splendor, paused beneath the light of bright chandelier.
A man of aristocracy, plump and draped with gold wore a mask of a swinish sort, suddenly caught a glimpse of beauty untold.
A women in scarlet among the court.
He embraced her and all her charms of death, he could not resist the final dance.
With each twirl she laughed at his fading breath, while the music changed with a sullen nuance.
Her bony fingers clapped, rattling, filling him with dread, while her voice filled the hall with the tone of the dead:
"Danse macabre!"
"Danse macabre!"
Whimpering fool, whose last cry of dismay will go unheard. The court of worms call for all.
Lovely skeleton still graceful with each sway, on the morrow will find another to call.
Whose To Blame
The innocence of a child's questions, always remain true.
Children with their sweet and pure hearts a soft hue.
Listen to this story told and watch the truth unfold.
A frightened child, runs to daddy's side screaming wild, and all to hide.
A face full of questions, with no exceptions.
Daddy, daddy, why is the world cold, whose to blame? My child the world, the people, it is a hideous game.
Daddy,daddy, why is the world cruel, whose to blame? My child the world, the people, all to whom love is tame.
Daddy,daddy, why doesn't the world change its way , whose to blame? My child the world, the people, those that will always say the same.
My child the world, the people always seeking reasons and others to blame.
Those that hide.
Those that stay quiet.
Those that choose to be the problem rather than the solution.
Just remember my child, the smallest of droplets, can make the biggest of waves.
Dark Angel
So beautiful
So bright
Singing songs of praise
All through the night
So wonderful
So holy
Everything done
Was