Geoff Reed

The Dance Of Death

The silent cold of night
Wraps us in the fog
A quilt of death chills to the bone.
The ground beneath is thin.
The barrier between life and death
Is about
To give
Way.
The dead rise to devour the
Living.
None are spared as
Mothers tear apart sons,
Husbands devour wives,
Pets attack children.
And we join them,
The ranks of death,
Festering chaos.
Dance the dance of death
And be spared of the curse of
Life.