Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Dance, Dance

Take my hand, and walk with me
Join me upon the ballroom floor
The music is subdued but rhythmic
And soon you'll be wishing for more

We are the recently dead
We are the newly lost
Your lifetime is now at an end
But dance, dance, there is no cost
The band is playing for free
While our bodies decay in pine box
We are the bones of our memory
We are the flesh of our past
We the lingering doubts
That kept us from victory
We are the echoes of joy
We are the last remnants of pain
Dance, now dance
The macabre dance of fate