Dance of the dead
The leaves sway slightly.
The dancers take there spots.
She glids forwards from the shadows.
He walks forwards.
Both only contraiting on the dance.
When they grasp hands.
They join together like mist.
The dance of the dead.
As they rember.
Their last dance.
The grass changes,
To the Marble floor.
The wind swaying the leaves changes,
To the violens.
The click of shoes from,
The other dancers.
The dance of the dead.
They switch parners.
When the rejoin.
Again there bodies join like mist.
As the sunrises.
The dancers bow.
As Night fades.
The dancers slip past the graves.
The dance of the dead.
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