The shadow of death
dances on the graves
of fallen warriors.
But the light of life
cannot pierce the cloak of the dark.
Life dances on the graves
of long forgotten heros.
And we dance to the same music
as those that were here before.
And many of those that are still dancing
dance to the same fiddler
as the fallen.
In such a hurry
to do the dance of death.
Copyright © 2003 T. J. Daniels
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