Poetry Friday

Today is the first in what I hope will be a series: Poetry Friday!  Other days of the week I will be publishing my thoughts and commentary on writing and literature, but on Fridays, this blog will feature a poem that I have written.

"Dance"
(c) 2013 A.L.S. Vossler

Dance.  Dance,

if I will, if I can, if I must. 

I will dance since the lights

in the forest glimmer wildly,

now and again—

so beautiful now,

whirling and flying, now still. 

Still, whispering like death;

a dance of darkness,

doom and despair. 

Dance. 

The Arcane are calling;

with chill they are calling,

calling, wailing, pleading,

leave your world

in waking dream-whispers. 

I am not secure,

they will drag me over the cliff

that marks the dire boundary

between what’s ours and

theirs. 

They weep not for what

is left behind.

Dancing, dancing,

the line draws nearer,

the precipice dangling. 

Leave, leave, come with us, leave. 

Trance-like I follow, resisting,

now screaming, their icy cold fingers

like death take their hold. 

Wildly thrashing, I try to escape,

but closer, now closer, now closer—

I am mere feet from the edge. 

Who will save me? 

Who will love me once I fall? 

Will their feather-soft voices

cushion the blow? 

Lacerations of fear

make my soul seep

deep drops of sorrow,

sorrow;

weeping, crying, dancing. 

They dance in joy.

Their joy is my fall.

Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments.  Constructive criticism is welcome.