A plain oak door. A gateway to Heaven
or Hell, lest you veil yourself in shroud.
The sins are great. Devotees of the Seven,
The sinners are better. To the eye they are proud.
Music of Sirens. Dangerous temptation.
Filling your soul with a ghastly song.
Drawn in by passion inflamed by sensation.
Abandoned by goodness. Embraced by the wrong.
Petals of sorrow from roses of guilt
Fall to the rhythm of a torn heart’s beat
Savor the splendor of that which you’ve built
Desperate to save it from Fate’s bloody feet
Dancers enveloped in shimmering gold
Spun at the wheel by Rumpelstiltskin
From strands of dreams that can never be told
or nightmares just begging the chance to begin
Peek through the Looking Glass. Beware the sight.
Alice lays slain by the Cheshire Cat’s smile
Whispers that glisten like blood in the light
Dripping with unholy promise and guile
Deeds long forgotten by Life’s ashen drear
Played into hymn by the dead man’s violin
Laughter escapes like the gospel of fear
Sung by Surrender doused wildly in gin
A mirror of sorts. A reflection of black.
A gala of crimes seen only inside
Vigil forgotten by Regret’s deft attack
Cloaked by the mask do the soulless hide
Melodic strain of shame ridden silence
Crystals that hang like knives overhead
Heavy-hearted chorus of beautiful violence
With voices as sweet and gleaming as dread
The ball is just starting. Come step through the door.
But take good care, lest your veil start to fade
For fear that there will never be more
Surrender yourself to this ugly masquerade