Pendragon
08-09-2010, 09:22 AM
Danse Macabre
Around the silent headstones
in the cold moonlight,
burnished bones gleaming with unearthly glow;
they dance to the beating
of each fearful heart that’s pleading
for this nightmare to simply vanish! Enough!
But as the rat-tat-tat of the heart continues
and the blue lights flicker
on the top of every tomb,
the shades weave in and out of shadows
in a ghastly tarantella,
the moonbeams dancing with them
in unrestrained revelry.
The heartbeats pick up the tempo
and the dancers keep the rhythm,
finger bones all clattering, clinking
like Spanish castanets;
whirling, spinning, bowing
‘til the heart reaches a crescendo,
and the sleeper jerks awake
with a horror filled scream!
Pendragon
© 6/28/97
Around the silent headstones
in the cold moonlight,
burnished bones gleaming with unearthly glow;
they dance to the beating
of each fearful heart that’s pleading
for this nightmare to simply vanish! Enough!
But as the rat-tat-tat of the heart continues
and the blue lights flicker
on the top of every tomb,
the shades weave in and out of shadows
in a ghastly tarantella,
the moonbeams dancing with them
in unrestrained revelry.
The heartbeats pick up the tempo
and the dancers keep the rhythm,
finger bones all clattering, clinking
like Spanish castanets;
whirling, spinning, bowing
‘til the heart reaches a crescendo,
and the sleeper jerks awake
with a horror filled scream!
Pendragon
© 6/28/97