The Shadows Dance Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

But why not today?
Have all efforts been exhausted?
Is their a limit in this fix?
Is their a time limit on picking up these rotting sticks?
Do they in turn bring decay to ones hands?
Is it a spreading of cancer so infectious that upon touching it you will die within the hour?
Again why tomorrow, why not today?
Will the sun shine a little brighter with the disappearing of the clouds?
A shadow walks upon the stage dancing with an unwillingness to leave.
And I will morn his loss once he's gone.