A Danse Macabre of the Mad

Flame and fire, dark and black, soothing designs
For those who lack internal certainty
(Cathartic symbiosis create for themselves sporadic emotion)
As seen in this single floating gem
An egg shaped ruby suspended by distant toiling minds
Faintly glows with luminosity pointedly centered within
Spreading poignant ember castings to twirl
(Random efficiency creates such aloof beauty)
Burning air and space around, it spins upward
Columns of scarlet complexity are shaped by trailing lights
Speeding through as it revolves to dome shaped peaks
Halting to race toward the motionless corpse below
Into the heaving chest it plunges efficaciously
Dressed in suits of jet black the body rises
With an unknown deliberation forced by the glow of red
(Fragile light never owned such endless substantcy
Represented by puppeted flailing extensions)
A soundless atmosphere disturbed by maniacical laughter
Hypnotically erratic to its own ecstasy
(The scarlet harlot could never prove itself
When no others abounded to lend senses)
The spherical shape lacked constancy
As silent rhythms dimmed by ever blankened orbs
The pillars of mystical myriadic decoration tumbled
While the raised body crumbled… falling ever onward
(Motionless bodies never keep their importance)
Symbolically the gem removes by grounded force
Freed from disruptive bonds it lodges to space
Spins slow and break, revolutions tense and retreat
The elliptical perfection circles upward, growing fainter
Red escapes to unknown distances, the catalytic catastrophe
Madness released, the body lies unconscious
As final specks that lighted its disturbance fall to its side
A red star bounded by ecstatic points lands about
Then fades away only envisioned by present unsightful orbs
(Eternity diminished by insanity has ended)