"DANCERS AFTER DARK
(Pentameter Shakespearean Sonnet - Bivocalism, Alternating A & E)
A fearless darkness wakes arenas dead:
The pale and dear departed dancers pass
the graves that seal them. Lanterns blaze ahead.
The garden takes a breath. Death treads the grass.
The dancers dance as dreamers taste a dream
recalled: a meagre pattern scrawled — made fate.
As heavens waltz, the garden frames a stream:
entangled hazes faded hands create.
Lament attends a theatre after dark.
Weak heartbeats, less an extant flesh and helm,
are warmed at death’s exaggerated mark....
We dancers dance, abreast the lake and elm.
That wreath, the darkness, asks we stand, redrawn,
then fall, the spark erased at beaded dawn."
--@Anthony_Etherin
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