Death's Glorious Dance

This was written a decade and a half ago, but it has always been one of my favorite pieces. This one was even published in a collective work through

the end is near
the end is dear
life grinds to a halt
the party is at fault
the fun continues
there is no good news
death begins her deadly ballette
she swings her ax and begins to slay
the heads begin to roll
we run to the poll
stuffing the ballet in favor of life
we heathens have done our damage
death takes her toll
the gates swing wide
we've no place to hide
and now we serve our evil mistress in all eternity

The End

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