Grave Dancer
In the cemetery of lost time,
where passions rise from shadows cast,
lust ain’t no specter in this rhyme,
it’s a force that’s built to last.
No fear in the dark we claim,
embracing drives that burn within.
From the earth, our primal flame,
we rise, igniting life again.
Tombstones murmur secret lore,
of fervent love and fire bright.
In this realm, hearts fail no more,
desires laid bare in the night.
Rust and patina may decay,
yet our blaze will never quell.
We live for each fleeting day,
scaling every epic hill.
In these graves where shadows weep,
we conjure rhythms bold and pure.
From spectral depths, our spirits leap,
our hearts’ true fire, fierce and sure.
Every dance, a darkened rite.
Every beat, a rebel’s call.
In the silence of the night,
we rise and never, ever fall.
So in this sacred, haunted ground,
where echoes of the past still reign,
our spirits’ melodies resound
and live beyond the grave’s domain.