House of the Falling

Dancing under boughs of flamboyant death

I try to tap dance my way in there

Covering my home in frightful kitsch

Like a ticket to some macabre affair

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I stand outside the thinning veil

Imagine the spirited party on the other side

The luminaries I might speak to

Whose secrets, in me, they might confide

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A false desire to see my life in relief

Same as safety makes a horror show fun

I did not understand the House of October

Until Death made me her plus one

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A voice from across the ether sent word

A friend had died, and he was no Lazarus

But the signal must have been mixed because

Our friendship had long been cadaverous

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Then a ghost from a past life called out

A wandering spirit, how could he not know?

His message from another time is wasted

I exorcised him a long time ago

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Looking through October’s curtains

I see giddy spring gone home to rest

The heart of summer burning out

And winter’s frost, an unwelcome guest

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In October’s house of the falling

I hug the walls of this moulding manse

As Death spins her partners into the dirt

I await her hand, and my final dance