Dance Macabre.

The swirl of feet,

the arch of the back,

the concentration

as we all dance together

to these moody rhythms,

with the red flashes of sound

creating that haunting melody

that drives this insane life,

and still we dance on

not worried by the tragedies

that befall our world,

and the singer anguished,

sounds out above the hubbub,

with strained face,

mocking, cajoling, warning

of the excesses of our society,

but still we spin and pirouette,

carousing closely into each other,

giving comfort to keep going.

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