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Memento Mori
I saw them spinning in the field
and felt a wonder at their dance.
Astonished by their silent shield
I paused, as in a trance.
I watched and then began to move
with each note of leap and song.
As I was settling in my groove
a darkly visage came along.
Up to the center of the stones,
I was drawn into a prance.
I felt my soul discard my bones
and float a different stance.
Once the trance was broken,
I awakened to sweet fragrance
of strawberries in milk soaking,
yet my soul still craved the dance.
Where were the gods, where were the Fates?
Where was that loving God?
Among the dead eyes past the gates
I coursed my feet away, and trod.
Away from the death that awaited me!
Away from the cries of the lamb!
I bolted straight as Hell allowed to be
and came upon hallowed ground.
Followed by grief, by doubt, by fear
I never did look back.
My fright uncomfortably near
and ready for the track.
My life it flashed, it passed, it fled.
I felt each bump along the path.
I awakened and jumped out of bed.
In dreams, death danced in aftermath.
If not for faith and grand reward
I’d dance with death until I died.
My heart, my soul in bold accord,
"I’ll never dance again!", I lied.
Copyright ©
Linda Alice Fowler
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