Thursday, May 19, 2011

Dancing With the Dead

Walking with the dead
In a fog shrouded night
Midst the gravestones of memories
In a cemetery of the past
The dead don't stay dead
In dreams
They walk the streets and alleys
Of the mind
Dredging up a past
Best forgotten
Dancing with the dead
In the night of the dark moon
Phantom musicians play
On and on forever more
The dancers continue
Until they rot and fall
To be trod on by the others