Dance of The Dead
During The Festival of The Dying Sun…
The old walk, the young run-
For the rare chance…
To join in the dance!
When peasant girls wear a skeleton’s face…
And dress in a Queen’s fine lace.
When EVERY shadow brings endless frights-
Cowards dress-up like brave knights.
All Switch places-
Wearing skulls for faces!
And at the height of the raucous revelry…
A bit of levity…
A maiden, so fair, grabs a youth by his long blonde hair-
As she spins around, like a spool of thread, without a care!
“BE NOT A FOOL!” She is heard to say…
“And fritter your days away!”
“On All Hallow’s Eve it is most clear to see-”
“Cherish every moment with unabashed glee.”
“That is the Key!”
“For be you man or maid-”
“King or slave…”
“One Day…ALL WILL DANCE WITH ME!”
Word Count: 1537
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