Milan Van Zuyen

Rookie (September 20th 1988 / Boulder Colorado)

The Last Dance - Poem by Milan Van Zuyen

She danced with Death
A beat, a breath
Her soul in his palm
Still, she remained calm

Barefeet capering on hallowed ground
No salvation herein to be found
Smiling, Death took the lead
Holding her closer than there was need

For she would not think to run
And as for tears, she had none
Reveling without remorse
Knowing Fate has set its coarse

Long had she awaited this day
With the Reaper come to sweep her away
Spinning, twirling, her body a blur
For a moment, Death was unsure

Laughing merrily without a care
With gentle waves in her long sable hair
Death captures her mouth in a bitter kiss
Of eternal bliss


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Completed (08/15/2012)
Of my own works this is one of my personal favorites. (At least out of my works that are still in my possession) The beginning and the base format originally came to me late one night as I was trying to fall asleep. But it was so lovely in a macabre sort of way that I had to put it to paper before it was lost forever to the forgetfulness of sleep.

Comments about The Last Dance by Milan Van Zuyen

  • Hazel Durham (9/12/2012 3:19:00 AM)


    A deep and powerful poem with great rhythm and style the darkness is captured beautifully. (Report) Reply

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  • (8/29/2012 4:22:00 AM)


    Like this, a good write with solid rhymes and structure. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, September 17, 2012


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