When Dancing Death comes flinging round,
He stomps gaps into the ground.
Inviting you to fill his card,
And learn the steps-so thrilling hard.
You’ll dance until you’re tired through,
And holey like the princess’ shoe,
But still you’ll turn and spin and leap,
Because your goodbyes don’t come cheap.
Weave within those strongest arms,
That always bruise, but mean no harm,
This is how you leave your past,
You lose its sight as you whirl fast.
Dizziness won’t make you forget,
Knocking limbs can’t cause you to fret,
You’re caught up in the steps of Death,
Your world dissipates on His breath,
In lovely grays and magic swirls,
That surround you as the dancing whirls,
Softening jabs and pains and pokes,
Across the veil of stinging smoke,
It creeps to those you’ll leave, their eyes
Now apart from you, and makes them cry.
Brushing them with each step you take,
As the dance of Death makes their world quake.
It’s a dance for madmen where limbs contort,
Into others, where pain and grief consort.
“Squash” go the hearts and out goes the breath,
These are moves in the dance with Death.
But Death, He has no time for rest,
Even when souls have left each breast,
He just moves on, the dancing fool
We mortals have a wiser rule.
We have time to rest our feet,
To stop dancing to an outer beat.
We fling all into our turn,
But then we leave the dance to burn
We have ourselves another place,
With other friends and love to face,
We’ll learn the steps with Death’s guide,
To reach ourselves to the other side.
When Dancing Death comes flinging round,
He stomps gaps into the ground.
Inviting you to follow me,
And dance your way to being free.
You’ll dance until you’ve gotten through,
No more steps between us two,
But our joy will still grow as before,
Because our helloes still mean more.
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