dance the dance
in silvered light
on dew-wet grass.
Naked skin,
a testament to sin,
to the beast with two backs,
endlessly entwined.
Feel the rhythm
of your heart,
pounding through veins,
the music of your life.
Raise the knife high,
admire its shine,
in the cold moon's light,
then stab your shadow to death.
Break the wheel,
dance the dance,
in silvered light
on dew-wet grass.
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