Wicked Waltz
Born in the age of phonographs
in a small sinister place that was
in the middle of Inwood, Indiana
where secrets were better left
unspoken because of the pain
with a name like Ambrogio
black flocked velvet vest
a lace cravat and a top hat
shoulder-length acorn hair
parted zig-zag in the middle
black crow resting on shoulder
with a rather scary-looking
chrome skull walking cane
in a room full of waltzers
noticed the ravishing mollisher
the lovely Selene standing alone
near a covey of sunflowers
lavender and charcoal ruffle skirt
blood-red vampire hunter rosary
obsidian eyes full of death
and maroon lips slightly stained
a henna facial tattoo on top
of skin with a bluish tint
intrigued and up for a challenge
leads her to the dancing room
caught up in twirling and circling
spinning round and round
bodies like tops circling the room
he starts to feel a tad dizzy
unaware that she had sprayed
herself with holy water
