Skeleton's Dance

In the moonlit glade where the whispers fade, A skeleton danced 'neath the sky's arcade. With a grin so wide, And eyes that had died, It twirled where the grass met the shade. Its bones clattered in the silent night, A morbid marionette sans its strings. With each step it took, The air grew heavy, thick, As it hummed a tune from the depths. The skeleton, once a man, you see, Was cursed to an eternal jig. His past, oh so grim, A life thrown to the brim, With sins that weighed heavy as a pig. He sought a reprieve, a sweet release, But the dance was his penance to keep. For the lives he had took, And the deals he had brook, Left him bound to this haunt so deep. So, if you wander where the wild winds moan, And the trees bow low in the ghostly glow, Listen close for the sound, Of the bones on hallowed ground, And witness the horror show. The skeleton's dance is a cautionary tale, A reminder that some debts never paid. So be wary of the night, And the figures that might, Lead you into the eternal shade.