At the Devil's Dance

at the devil's dance we shared a kiss to embrace for everlast
by moon's full grace we show a face reflect each other's past
to the stars you yell
on the ground we fell
in the throes of distant breeze
at the dance of death with our one last breath we cried together heaved

on the summer's night with a warm wet gaze to lock into a stare
for the chanting salute and the ears felled mute on our deadly distant pair
hurry on they call
bringing forth the fall
of mankind's lost living stain
on the summer's end will gods all to rend an autumnal solace pain

at the ball of ill where the weather will throw snowballs into air
when the children cry for no mother's thigh go searching if they dare
in a box she lay
'tis where she stay
as her final curtained bow
at the ball of mirth lain into the earth for a thousand eons now

for the flowery air when the flies do come and the birds and bees rejoice
there'll be a sound of peasant furrow as they sing aloud one voice
come one and all
for spring they call
the vernal disillusioned chide
for the flowery scent that their love have rent as the forms entwist, entwine

at the devil's dance when the children born know indeed not what they do
run around till dawn with a smile on and a final yawn will prove
sleep oh child
dream oh mine
when the sandman comes to scare
at the devil's choice you will be a man and live all that you care.

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.