Anonymous Irish

Merciful Dance

Writhing bodies clad in black Flow past me as I stare. Like beacons on a stormy sea The lights around them flare. Leather, velvet, metal, lace - These ornaments they don, Yet their necks remain unclothed For me to gaze upon. Swirling through the smoke-filled air, The music lifts their soul. Succumbing to this sonic drug, Their minds have lost control. I pull my cloak in close to me And drift into the crowd. I search each ghoulish painted face As death looms like a cloud. My angel's face appears to me Amidst the swaying mass. I glide to her through sound and haze, Ignoring those I pass. My eyes fixate upon her skin - So smooth, so soft, so white. . . Her naked arms flail wildly. She waltzes with the night. I reach out, and I touch her hair Which has fallen in her eyes. She sees me for the first time now And jumps back in surprise. I grasp her hand and pull her near. She's powerless to my touch. I feel her warmth flow into me. I want her blood so much. But I can bring no harm to her, Despite my deadly urge. As I stand there with my love, My heaven and hell converge. I cannot make her who I am To live eternally, Feeding off the innocent As they die painfully. And so I share a final dance With her before I go. I kiss her lips once, turn away, And let my hunger grow.