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 © Bobby Jarrard | Year Posted 2005
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