Dance With Death

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A fantasy poem, it grew suddenly in the middle of the night.

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Dance With Death    -    14 Oct 18

Death comes slowly
For those who wait
And dance with
The magician's daughter

Spellweaver holds death
At bay as the dance continues
Through the eternal afternoon
In the garden on the river

Death will never reach its target
While the Spellweaver smiles and sings
The incantations which bind
Dancers will dance on forever

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I really like the effect this poem creates.

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