Dance Of Ghosts

Dance Of Ghosts long poem

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Ghosts dance dark in hallowed places, see them wear familiar faces?
With their art my calmness chases and I can quit them not at all.
Whirling to some music haunted, dancing while my mind is taunted
I bolster but they are undaunted; they urge me on with sultry call.

A dulcet dream in sweetness mired, from tenderness and passion sired
A glance from her my soul it fired; she was all I’d want and more
What I sought was his possession, he of rank and high profession
I rankled him with calm confession, stole her like in pride I swore

In hot embrace we ardent lovers trade silken sheets for linen covers
Bound we were above all others but love is not beyond the law
Anger rose with the loss of prize, for she was a trophy in his eyes
I hear in nightmare tortured cries and see bloodied ruin my eyes saw

Unpunished not goes such a crime, to vanquish love before its prime
I did not linger nor waste my time, set to stalking; my eyes saw red.
Stealth and purpose, flash of blade; at his mansion my hand was played
To his room where in sleep he laid, I crept and left love’s killer dead

Wisps of smoke now whisper past, tortured by loss my die is cast
In darkness I fall – I’m falling fast; they visit still and beg me glance.
Tormenting words and haunted grace, how clearly still I see her face
The thrilling scent of her embrace, she comes tonight and so we dance.

Poet’s Note –
A young man wants a rich man’s trophy wife but winning her causes retribution and escalates further. He is haunted by his choices.

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Phillip Poythress

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I simply enjoy writing. Mostly fantastical things. Someone once told me that my word choices were poetic so, I thought maybe I would try poetry.
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Preeti
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One wrong choice could lead to a lot of regret…beautifully portrayed in this poem!

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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@phillip_poythress, first, it should be mentioned you made use of alliteration: calmness/chases, calm/confession, silken/sheets, falling/past and others I didn’t notice. Your poem has a moral lesson to gain, although your purpose seems to be that of expression.

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