Whirl me tour
5 August 2017
Screech in depth
Of horrors that fell
Hold the breath
Dance with Death
Violins that would foretell
A trip towards hell
Take the bar
Higher towards stars
Colour scar
Hope in jar
A wish to undermine hours
In spinning of cars
Whirl me tour
Towards whirlpools felt
Call me boor
Dark and moor
The insults on damsel pelt
Wills steady don’t melt
Reading of the poem:
Danse macabre – Camille Saint-Saëns
Heart – Vitas
Eternal Love – Stive Morgan
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