Finality and Twilight

In the last rays of swirling light

when the earth kisses the dusk,

will you dance among the graves

and sing a gentle song for Death?

When the earth kisses the dusk

where will your tired footsteps lead?

To a tombstone not yet etched?

Will you dance among the graves,

a ghostly apparition in your arms,

that bitter, closing waltz, macabre?

And sing a gentle song for Death,

laugh bravely as you pass his shadow.

He awaits only the sweet music’s end.

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