Dance of the Dead

Lightning cracks across the sky.

Your life it flashes before your eyes.

Thunder echoes like a drum.

Imitating the heart in your chest.

Drip.

Drip. Drip.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Quickly gaining a steady rhythm.

Rain from the depths of Hell fall to the Earth.

The gates of the cemetery creak as you pass by.

Inviting you in with open arms.

Curiosity killed the cat they say, but you just have to stray.

Planning each footstep, you don't make a sound.

The bright red liquid seeps into the ground.

Returning the life to those who've passed on.

The wind carries the leaves like a song.

The Dance of the Dead has begun.

Pitter. Patter.

Pitter. Patter.

The dead rises, skin decayed, clothing tattered.

Each assumes the position across from their partner.

A simple combination of waltz and sway.

Dancing the night away.

Day breaks announcing a new dawn.

The bodies' lay still, their souls are gone.

The gates you came in are now closed.

The ground undisturbed.

The sky is clear.

The cemetery at rest as it was when you came.

The whisper of the wind calling your name.

Your journey home leaves you to ponder.

All that you've seen your mind wanders.

You walk in the door, head for your bed

Your dreams filled with the Dance of the Dead.

-Tanesha Tyler 10-31-2013