The night was quite bold
And was filled with an air
Of the dark and the cold
That had always been there.
I looked with my eyes
Quite unclouded by fear,
Yet soon realized
That Darkness was near.
The earth of the graveyard
Sank deep with the weight
Of the dead and the guards
Of the cold and their fate.
But I held my head high
And my eyes twinkled, bright,
For the dark of the sky
Gave an air to the night.
I watched as the dead
Crawled forth from the ground.
The gravestones all read
That the dancer was bound.
I followed them, knowing
I would not die here,
For the bodies were going
To dance without fear.
I laughed with them, grinning
As I held no dread
I followed them, spinning
In the Dance of the Dead.
