Dancing in the Dark

There once was a girl in the dark

Who danced with demons for a lark

Blind to the spiral stair's stark start

Plunged to the depths of karma's black heart

Cries too little

Regrets too late

Last pitch lies 

Silenced by the hate

Of hate’s 

Hate and the 

Hate that hate hates 

Its seared mark 

It’s inverted arc

Trapped beneath the curve 

Of life’s lost landmark