Decadent Dancing


Of no consequence this chaos,
No rubble do I see,
Peeling paint is but a blur
As I twist, and turn, and dance.
I move to the forgotten heartbeat
Of a time where more was less.
Where these walls dripped opulence,
And glamour, and insincerity.
I dance as I did then,
But with no more tears to shed.
I dance for a time before time,
For a dance stemming only from love.
I dance amongst ruins to show
It wasn’t all for nothing.
I dance for a decadent past,
And decadent love, and decadent lust.
For who else is there left
To dance, but I?

(Amazing artwork from zemotion.net)