Death dances

 

Death dances

over graves,

raves to the

death bell chorus

as he gleefully prances,

swinging his scythe.

In his dream tonight,

he plucks a fresh daisy

and watches

as it withers in misery.

 

Death walks

the green pleasant land,

watching

as the colours drain

and the grass

becomes like dry sand.

He spins wildly.

Breathing in

the rot and decay.

Letting all of the woes of the day

fade blissfully away.

 

The moon hides.

Death twists

along the shoreline,

a beachside promenade,

boarded up and deserted.

Dipping his bony toes

into the cooling water below.

Waves of dead fish float by

as the polluted seas slowly die.

 

Death dreams

in shades

of black and white,

with splashes of red.

Death has nightmares

that could

awaken the dead,

but tonight

he is sleeping

peacefully in bed.

  

 

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