Dancing with the shadows
arms and feet in motion
the sanity of madness is born
hovering around like foul spirits
conjuring the dead to speak
clouding visions that seem to transit
spooky shadows arising to play
they want souls, and not skin
to steal, kill and destroy.
Paint a fair picture of torment
the tripled numbers of souls lost
nothing more haunting than solo trips
rattling in and out of freedom walls
to a world confined in shadows
play with the devil, dance with the shadows.
Listen to the inner spirit speaking
hop not into this eternal damnation
stay in the light, it repels the shadows
reviving lost souls and tearing down fear
still, the shadows roars, it never stops
beware it won’t stop haunting till it’s full
your soul is all it wants, run…
©2015. Ruth Brodrick.