THE DANSE MACABRE

           The Danse Macabre

And it begins, this Danse Macabre,
Night terrors causing you to sob.
When demons walk the Earth for real,
With wickedness they can't conceal.

So many souls they dare possess,
Alarming, their rampant success.
In corners dark and alleys hidden,
The daevas seek all out, as bidden.

For dark desires hid away,
Too often will come out to play.
As piety is overrated,
Some sins are never really sated.

You'll keep your trinkets very near,
To try and allay all your fear.
A cross, an ankh, your talismans.
No pantheons dare you offend.

But darkness eats up all the light.
It matters not how hard you fight.
No candles flame to save your soul,
Your grave mistakes must pay a toll.

In supplication, prayers devout,
You try to keep the Hell spawn out.
A furtive effort, still, you try,
Until you hear the banshee's cry.

It's chilling dread that grips you now,
No way of knowing, you allow.
But in your heart, you know it's true.
The Danse is coming after YOU!

         

                           -Tamara McLanahan

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