Dance with me, my friend, for we are
Lost pieces of the puzzle, a blasphemy in itself,
That perhaps the god put right, yet afar
Stood so fond, the devious elf
And yielded upon us the melodious song
Of forbidden verses, to which we do not belong
So dance with me, my friend, for we are
Partners in crime brought together in despair,
Struggling for life, surviving for the next war
Like flickering sparks flaring through moist air.
Dance for once to this exuberance, this enticing plot
That never fails to torment, a torment unsought!
Dance with me, my friend, for we are
Ghosts of the oblivion, forgotten by all.
Yet reminded of the other by the falling star
In corners of dark rooms, through windows that stroll
And flow in trance and in ecstasy of time and space,
Inspiring a dream devoid of reality, an evasive face!
But wait! Hold your spell for a life longer, and your dance
For a music wiser, for this as well may again
Be desperation’s trap, a deceptive chance
For once the devious elf is spun out, what may remain
Without a sin, of the partners of crime, of the ghosts,
Of us, when despair and anger are no longer our hosts?
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