Boneyard Waltz

Dancing in the world of the undead Soles lightly treading unearthed graves Take my decaying hand in yours, love Tonight this land belongs to us Torn apart in life Our love cannot be tainted here Ironic purity found in death One end brings a new beginning Simplistic euphoria Never to be found among the living Gliding through endless ages Time does not matter in this place Let them all stare as we prance by Their envy poorly disguised as disgust Gaping smiles merrily shouting “Ashes to ashes! Dust to dust!”