The Dance

A few days ago I went and visited the Body Worlds Vital exhibit at Faneuil Hall. Aside from all of the amazing pieces on display it gave me quite a few ideas for writings; heres one of them.

The Dance

The sun has dropped,

and the moonlight shone.

Out they come to by the light,

to dance a dance they call their own.

The goblins and ghouls,

the misses and fools.

All come out to dance up their ruse.

On their graves they prance the most merry dance.

They lure and they call.

I follow and fall.

And now here I lay,

both night and day.

But now when they moon shines,

I dance a dance I call mine.