The dance of death has a lifeful face
your moves are stumbling into disgrace.
Shallow feelings dressed up as depth
hollow responses, catch your breath.
Echoes are booming from plastic walls
trembling legs, and a fear that gnaws.
Swirling eddies of life, have sucked me dry
grounded forever, no more to fly.
The crown of gold, now a crown of thorns
the expensive clothes, now lay ragged and worn.
A wondrous halo, and aura bright
now weighed down, with dimmed light.
Nothing is ever what it seems
I am forever blessed in my dreams!
Warmest regards Michael.