Absolution, my little albatross...do you not need it now? <br />'I have done nothing sinful to redeem, minister.' <br />Albatross, you have said things unwholesome... <br />'My words are ever as true as yours, minister.' <br /> <br />Are we ever to be in a catch-22, albatross? <br /> <br />'We are ever to be in a web of deceit, minister. <br />We are opportunistic fools, you and I...leaders, <br />led by the dance of false gods...we are damned <br />to dance every day, every night...we love it.' <br /> <br />Albatross, which of us leads in this dance? <br />'Oh! You do! Unless I condemn your moves...' <br />You would never do that, for I am of the Holy. <br />'You stay the fool. I only tolerate you, minister.' <br /> <br />'I will turn on you, when it serves my purpose.' <br /> <br />The strains of the Mephisto Waltz began... <br />Oh! How they danced, minced, around <br />Each the other...as the tribe watched, <br />Listened, to that suicide music of madness... <br /> <br />The minister, golden sun denied, twirled <br />The albatross in chains...and the mask <br />Lifted from both...but much too late... <br />Blood flowed, as truth went down the <br /> <br />Drain... <br /> <br />The Mephisto Waltz played on... <br />Shrouding inferiority with delusions <br />Of superiority....and the devil watched <br />The sand in the hourglass....certainty.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mephisto-waltz/
