Dance Master

Brutally twisted

demented

dark

broken

standing upon the precipice

ready to dive

fly

soar

through the gates of hell.

No longer an innocent child

no longer able to fan the flames

I conceive

realize

see

what must be done.

Stalking through shaded halls

cat o’nine in hand

salacious smile on carmine lips

many are the games

a woman like me can devise

play

win

I am always on top.

The Devil and me

an alliance was made

he to study the blackness

the hatred

the vicious nature in my blood

and me?

I have a labratory of broken men

all who dance to my tune

with shrill screams

as I take out my pain.

Sept. 27/18

Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger on Unsplash