The Danse Macabre!

The Danse Macabre!

How lovely looms the Danse Macabre!

When the glistening white

Of the pale pallid moon

Runs a ruby red,

Its scarlet light

Shall make the earth swoon

And the living will join the dead.

Up from the crypts

The cadavers will claw,

And join in the parade.

Oh don’t thou hear

The banshees’ wails?

What a lovely serenade!

The ghouls wilt gather

A grisly feast,

Fit for the host of the dead.

And while they feed, they listen well,

To the tale of the Horseman’s head.

After their meal,

They leave their scraps

To the ravenous hounds of hell,

And abandon their platters

To begin their dance;

Though dead they can do so quite well.

The skeletons waltz in tune to the beat

Of the poltergeist’s discordant performance,

Whilst the vampires, deprived of their runny red treat,

Drown their laments in the thrill of performance!

The partygoers suddenly ceased their cavorting

As the flicker of torchlight pierced through the night.

Turning to see just who was at fault,

They grinned with fanged teeth at the welcomed sight.

A mob had rallied at graveyard’s gate,

Torches gleaming and eyes blazing with hate.

And so, with bared fangs and dagger claws, they did not wait,

Tearing out of the cemetery with a hunger to sate.

For while the ghouls had prepared a glorious feast,

Living blood was an ambrosia to the deceased.

As the scarlet light of the crimson moon

Slowly bled away,

The ghouls and ghasts crawled back to their crypts,

‘Till they could once more come out to play.

The vampires waved as they batted off into the night

And the ghosts wished goodbye in a saddening sight.

But one day soon

The moon will once more shine that scarlet light

And the dead will crawl from buried tombs,

To dance all through the night!

The Danse Macabre!

The Danse Macabre!

How lovely looms the Danse Macabre!