Belshazzar's Feast Poem by Gerry Legister

One night mischief lies in wait to assist
Entwined amidst the wondrous bliss
Revelers came to Belshazzar's feast,
In a debauchery twist, satan planted a kiss.

Upon the enchantments muses the rosy lips
That reaches their warmth when thrills eclipse.
Reflecting all mysteries of spicy ripples
that eyes of consciousness could not see.

But there was a silent listener in a thrall,
With the tip of a ripped fingernail, a panic surge
Scream streaming across the room as a sail
Soul twisting waves into licentious scourge.

The applause died when fear came into the artic light,
Then wild hearts cease to sing their wiggly bards
from the delay sight, kingly minstrels took flight
their ghostly visage shown wrapped in shrouds.

Burned out mussels, could not move its toes,
In the eyes of fear lies the prize that looks asleep
When they dose, truth awoke from its repose
Seeing shadows of grey on the trap wall tipped.

Spanning the mind and skipping into a silent sprawl
Belshazzar's feast held its breath for a spell
And breathe Into the fire that lies beyond the waterfall
The great force of death that lifts its head into hell.