Dancing with the Prince

I've rocked out with the Devil.
Waltzed with Christ the King.
Once done the Cha-Cha with a Priestess,
And heard the little Cherubs sing.
Of all the melodies in this life,
Every one makes sense.
But this song is too dangerous.
I've never danced with the Prince.
His range is relentless.
The notes defy the scale.
G is a scream.
Even B is a whail.
His pitch is so erratic.
It's the true sound of Hell.
I can't block it out.
It won't go away.
Always lurking in the shadows,
All the time.
Every day.
I wonder how this tune will end.
Will I make it through?
Will someone have the courage,
To do what I can't seem to do?
Will someone see the darkness,
And attempt a final resue?
Further into the dark I go.
Where the melody stops...
                                                I don't know.

Copyright 2015 April Margeson