Dancers At The Edge of Time

Upon the angel’s brow slept death

Lot watched his guest with halted breath.

Sodom burned, now ashes fly

between the dead and burning sky.

All is quiet where angels lie.


Lot drowned himself on banks of Lethe

He watches, dead- his corpse, it weeps

bluebell tears, the city sleeps.

The heart of god is dark and deep.


I am a pillar of salty tears.

You burn so brightly,

through the years


Now all is quiet where angels lie

the river of Lethe flows softly by.


I take you, blindly, by the hand

Your flesh is bound,

your eyes like brands.


You lead me on,

oh Death sublime

We are dancers at the edge of time.


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