Danse Macabre

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The sky bleeds black, and the only light is from the moon.

Shadows play off of grass, and the only noise is the song of the loon.

People lay anxious in their underground beds. 11:59 only one minute is left.

At last the clock strikes midnight. Signaling the dead to come back to life.

Death greets them with a violin.

Swirling and twirling is the dance they begin.  

Hours pass and soon enough, the yellow sun starts rising up.

Quickly skeletons dig their graves. Back to sleep once again.

Shortly after Death leaves. Awaiting next year's Halloween.

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