A Dancing view of Macabre

There once was a club that was easily beyond a doubt
It had been the best

Called the "Dancing View" what a place of style
What was once great

A place unlike any other, where lines stretched endlessly
For the time it stood

A place of such Macabre clientele of said stars and sufferers
They all returned to place

Until the night of the trapped and the fire...where screams roared unto the Night
The horror that it brought

A veil of fires trapping those within and giving them a light toasting
Pain for their memories 

None of those hearts were lost as they all survived the horrid doom
What is left is but a pain

But a view dancing on fields of grass pay their price and desecration has no place
The mark from beyond 

How etched a warning can be so...heed the past, do not live in it
One can be touched

Tread lightly in the present, do not become a lost soul
Easy to get so lost

Walk bravely into the future, do not act carelessly
The ripple affects us all

How these of the Dancing View, quickly became the Macabre Clientele...eternal.