Danse Macabre

DANSE MACABRE Bright Love went hand in hand w/ ancient death to plant his kisses upon death’s grey cheek-- old Death rolled up his eye and caught his breath, he felt his bony thigh beneath grown weak-- Death went w/ love into a quiet land wheregrew all things of green and flowers bright then singing softly to himself, took love’s hand, now let it go and danced into the light-- And where they passed, the sky grew cold and black --a wind came up and all the flowers died-- thus, they journied on, and neither one looked back-- but went their way, and as they went death cried: “Of all life’s blessings Love alone is breath and love alone is fit to dance with death!’