The only light that night
Came from the full moon
Shining down on writhing bodies
As they performed the dance of the dead.

And one created a fire, full of pasion
In the middle of the the squirming throng
The sweaty bodies pulsating to the tune
Of cymbals and drums.

Foot on foot, hand on hand
Torsos swaying, humping,jumping
The eyes rolled up in ecstasy
Oblivious to the world around.

The beat quickens and everyone joins in
The performers now moan and wail
Dancing to the beat, the fire rose up in all splendor
And consumed all their dreams.

Soulless eyes stare into space
As the music dies down
The dead will now peacefully
Lie in their cold chambers.

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