Neo-WA Press

The dead dance in disarray - By CyberGoth91

i

Forgotten tombs, whom see no light,
where worms on roots, crawl in the blight,
of memories rot and pass like night,
the dead dance in disarray.

ii

Runes etched on grey, now rubble stone,
of lovers lost, their tale unknown,
or of those souls, who died alone,
the dead dance in disarray.

iii

Memories pass and melt like the snow ,
where trees decay and cease to grow,
the weeper trapped, within their woe,
the dead dance in disarray.

iv

Oh ancient world, whose gates are locked,
the reapers ship, already docked,
with muddy hands, your names are mocked,
the dead dance in disarray.

v

Beneath our feet where worm is king,
those trillion gone will never sing,
infinite stories, songs to bring,
the dead dance in disarray.