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Final Dance (Revised)

Down the stairwell the spirits drift Forever down they must. Down into the dungeon below To the darkness, the dampness and musk. Listen to their moans and laments Their sorrow is their due. As they pass you should feel the cold For their cries are meant for you. See the blessed rise from their rest And ascend into the sky. Hear the forsaken, their fear and shame As they ask the master why. Joy for the risen, misery for the damned For each of us reap our reward. And which of the final paths we take Depends on who we call lord.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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