Dance of the Doom Dirge

It’s a scary shadow
Walking determinedly
Down a dark hallway

With dim backlights

His terrifying mind
Gears are visibly
Twisting, thinking

Gears are churning
Through the black
Slag of his intent

In his skull

This horrifyingly
Capable man

Black clad

Every heavy step
On the ground

Makes it kneel
As he passes

Stone hot drive
Of a thirsty presence
Treated as a

Dark prince

The seems to reveal itself
As his minion

As he dirges
Through the halls

Beat of steps
Like he’ll steal
Your soul

And a monstrous
Presence as a
Chill on the air

As you see
Him near

Let yourself
Be struck
By fear

As you hear

His feet dance
Dance of the
Doom Dirge

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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