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Danse Macabre

Your face is painted in the colors of death
and I stand by, admiring your beauty.
I still remember when last we danced,
our bodies swaying in time to music.
You said to me, "We dress like thieves in the night,
for we shall see the world by candlelight."
I laughed, Dot because your words were amusing,
but because I knew they were true.
Now I watch your face, framed by oak
as your coffin is slowly closed shut.
I want to howl your name to the wind
but before I can even draw breath
I realize I can't even mourn your passing.
I can't shout your ri.ame because you don't have one.

You were nothing more than a coveted dream,
a ghost who has now at last died the Final Death.
I loved you but you never existed.
Now as I stare into the mirror, I know that I died with you
for I shall never love again ...

Chris Fernandez

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