A Dance of Death

A Dance of Death

upon the breathe of death is a justice not yet found
 for the children left alone this day that the pain to bear astound
in the light of night we'll fall by hundreds of not more
 and on the shores of riverbanks there'll be blood on forest's floor

upon the cold and starry eve when owl and dog will roam
 you can look to the sky and canvas above and know I am at home
in the blackest of sunset and wettest of tears I will hear you call
 one the shores of oceans far and wide you will muster up your gall

a festival surrounds you there and friend and foe alike
 they all knew of the deeds I've done so dare not even strike
but a chord of music and reverie for the fallen that has passed
 and all the living things on earth shall sing unto their last

a festival has gathered that will carry on 'til morn
 a celebration of one's life with memories that are torn
from the minds of men and beast of someone gone above
 now lain down beside their feet this someone that they love

upon the ground a slumber's sleep
 with distant memories for them to keep
are the fondest of dreams that float off to the night
 with great jubilee they dance with their might

as festival ends at day's breaking sun
 our guests shall take leave in pairs and in ones
and return in a year to remember this time
 and celebrate once more this passing sublime.

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.