Cemetery Dance

I shuttle towards the clear

Where all past years are

Darkness, mold-grained darkness

Haunts the grounds like a madness

The walls are as wide

As the years come by

The cobwebs are as thick

As a hangman’s noose

And though I was a tick

I couldn’t shake myself loose

Wish I had a laser sword

To slash thro the discordant chords

What terrors lurking here

Make mortals wilt in fear

The darkness grow eyes

That pierce like filed ice

Sad tales brim and ripple

In those blood-shot circles

Songs for a cemetery dance

That drive men mad.

Akpan