He had so much rhythm as he danced
So many ways his body moved as he pranced, pranced around,
Around he went so promiscuous he was
No fear of feet stumbling, appearing though he merely clowned around,
Around the room so elegantly he buzzed
And he stung me, he stung me like a bee
“Ouch” I said
What was that for?
“That was for the last dance and then no more”
And as his words sunk deep into my skull
And as the pain went away, I-I- I found no foe
I found the moonlight beaming down upon us
It lit up the room to reveal demons in their best dress
“Trust us” they all said as he pressed and pressed and pressed
And yet I knew no angels would ever dare
Dare to gaze into that dark dark stare
“Sure” I said, you can have the last dance
“Wonderful” he replied
So happy I complied
And so began this horrible story of doom and gloom
Horrible was how I described the smell of Satan’s perfume
That was how close I found myself with him
The only thing I could see really so room so was dim
Now I’ll spare you the details
I wouldn’t want to scare you
I wouldn’t want to waste your time untill the morning dew
But when was all said and done, when all things ended, all less the fun,
When the two of us stopped then and there
When eyes in the room became aware
“Wait” someone said, a voice in the crowd
“Where is he?!” they said so loud
For who was who between the two of us one knew no longer
Stronger they say what does not kill you
Well here that was true, and true again, twice true it was
For he slew me not and I slayed him not
So does end the battle never fought
But danced, dance it did
And so was the moral of the story if there ever was one
That the devil can dance and when he does it’s just so much fun
But run, run, run, the wise would say
For one morality is like a simple dance with the demons outside
And two the goat finds itself muddied after a wild ride
Then finally three, three times a person looks into a mirror
Because things become abundantly clear
That the devil is always your peer
And sometimes, just sometimes, one must look a little closer
For is it you, that wears those horns on that poster?
Have no fear one would say
Fear of what?
Losing your way.
[Author’s note: Free verse I enjoy, but practice from time to time, I try that rhyme.
The rhythm right here is so weak. I just want to delete this poem. I just had such a hard time mixing the rhymes into my free verse style. But I’ll leave it up as an example of failure. In the future I should just stick with rhythmic free verse as my bread and butter. Or maybe practice makes perfect. Who knows. Overall this was a D if graded generally or C if graded taking style into account.
It actually makes me wonder if rhymes are the enemy of free verse. I mean, technically, free verse is defined by its lack of structure. Typically a poem has structure from one of two sources. It could either be from its rhyming scheme or its rhythmic base. It just seems so difficult to do free verse based in rhyme, not that strict rhyme was used here, it was loosely used. I’ll try again another day. I refuse to lose against this self critical thing.
Edit: Hey somebody liked it. I did like it as I wrote it. So I guess two people liked it. To each their own I suppose. I always have fun writing it. Never a loss.]