Et In Arcadia Ego (kergillian) wrote in braintango,
Et In Arcadia Ego

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I took a walk
One summers eve
When there before my eyes
Within the local graveyard
The dead began to rise

They looked around
With vacant eyes
And walked a deadman's walk
Then with no explination
The dead began to talk

The things they said
I could not hear
I was to far away
But a few had flutes of bone
And they began to play

They gathered 'round
In twos and fours
And all began to dance
Spining 'round the graveyard
They danced the deadman's dance

I watched them dance
The whole night through
Then just before the dawn
They shuffled back to their graves
And all at once were gone

-Jim Stryker © 2001
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