Danse Macabre

As we walked through the valley of the shadow of it Silent neighbors whose stolen doves Fly free Free in the night to unfurl wings of peace In times of war So unjust is the death of the nightman Keeper of earthly tombs in Ancient Greece The pinnacle of pain erupts in the east Far from the dove's flight, a frightening thing Occurs unseen moving in dark shadowed cloaks Cloaks of daggers meant for eyes of prophets Weakness of man allows this sting Devil unfurls wings of war and this... this Is his Danse Macabre Where was the nightman on his watch? Dancing.