from the underworld

I am dancing slowly
In the flames
Of the touch of the
Ruler of the underworld,
Weaving my
Body to the rhythm
Of this loving
Touch of death.

It's so extreme, you say,
A drama every day.
And what did you
Suspect would happen
When you put me on the stage?

Suspend your disbelief
And watch me on my knees
Observe him as he takes
The knife - I sing
The song of sacrifice

I am dancing slowly
In the flames
Of the touch of the
Ruler of the underworld,
Weaving my
Body to the rhythm
Of this loving
Touch of death.

And let the chorus sing,
What will the morning bring?
Is this production a
Postmodern play,
Or has the original grief stayed.

When the blade touches me,
Is the knife rubbery?
Or have your stars forgotten
Curtain calls and has
Their dancing gone too far?

I am dancing slowly
In the flames
Of the touch of the
Ruler of the underworld,
Weaving my
Body to the rhythm
Of this loving
Touch of death.

You thought you knew the script
And that our set was well equipped
But when you let your hero fall
I think that was the curtain call.