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Danse Macabre

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Thank you to the random person who posted this on weheartit.com . Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween, my boys and ghouls! In honour of this creeeeepy time of year, I have written a poem, aptly titled ‘Danse Macabre (Dance of Death, for all of you who don’t know French) ‘. I hope you enjoy! 🙂


The night is young

The moon still low

The stars still dim

The wind still slow

Night bleeds through the sky

Like water in dirt

Wine on a dress

Blood through a shirt

The bodies then come

From the graves they start to stand

They’ve come out to play

To dance while they can

And then comes Death

Brooding and dark

Mysterious as they come

A heart cold and stark

And then the music starts

A tuneless fiddle

A dented trumpet

And a harp in the middle

He extends a hand towards me

Long fingers wrap around mine

He looks deep into my soul

Sending chills down my spine

He spins me around the graveyard

He twirls me under the tree

Where a girl hung herself;

She was one out of three

He wraps an arm around my waist

And pulls me in close

He stares in my eyes

And I think my blood froze

“You’ll see me soon,” he said.

More of a command than a promise

One kiss sealed our deal

He lips were cold, chilled by darkness

And as the morning showed her face

The music suddenly stopped

The dance suddenly ceased

And to their tombs the dead did flock

And Death left me alone

He retreated to the underworld

And it pained me to stay here

A living human couldn’t join his world

And now that I was all alone

The world looked so grim

And I wished that I was dead

Because then I could be with him


I hoped you liked my Dance with Death! Feel free to tell me what you’re doing for Halloween! I’m dying to know. Now excuse while I go and steal chocolate off little kids while they go trick-or-treating eat lots of chocolate under the bed.

Happy Halloween!

-The Empress


A reflection on life from someone who is more pessimistic than I

Here is the first paragraph of an intro I wrote for a novel (or a novella. Or a short story. Or uncompleted trash).This is from the perspective of the narrator, who is a maid for some aristocratic girl. These two live in a house that seems to run itself (including cooking the food) while the aristocrat falls in love with a boy, makes him live with her, before catching him doing something she doesn’t like and torturing him to either insanity or death. In short, it’s a better (don’t you love my ego?), more gothic version of Taylor Swift’s Blank Space (Got a lot of Starbucks lovers – Oops, ex- lovers).

There. I’ve said it. I write stories based on songs.

Okay, I’ll shut up now, and let you read.


I think we have storms for a reason. I think God, or Whoever is up there, sends them to tell us about how our lives are going. The brooding clouds are our typical, mundane lives, the endless rain is the sadness that comes from broken dreams, and the thunder is the anger we feel about things we can’t change. But then lightning flashes, and we have light, hope and excitement. Until, a split second later, everything goes back to the way it was. Only it’s worse.


I’m so proud of myself: I pasted this into Grammarly and it came up as perfect! No grammatical errors!
Now excuse me while I go get a chocolate biscuit to celebrate and waste 90 minutes of my life watching the best television show ever- Midsomer Murders.

Until next time,

-The Empress