Dance Of The Dead

As my soul drifts across the planes,
I flash to a picture that wasn't in vain
The thoughts of the dead dance loudly for me,
They pull me closer, as close as can be
The music is loud and I join on in,
The dance of the dead is not riddled with sin
After the music is long over and gone,
I stand there and stare as the dance is done
I look to my left and then look to my right,
The skeletons lay with bones and no plight
I then hear the music as I walk away,
The dance of the dead will be remembered this day.

Reviews

[deeps]

This is a well written write.
Wonderful flow and rhyme scheme.

[StacyPerry]

This piece is one of how we drift to another place within our mind and see things that just can't be explained.
Nothing but intrigue for the person who was watching and participating in this Dance.