Graveyard Dance

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The wind whipped up a frenzy, of dancing leaves in the moonlight

They paved the way most perfectly, swirling upwards like one hundred kites

She liked the way they moved around her, it calmed her mind and made her smile

As she walked on, towards the graveyard, feeling joyous for a while

The joy would not last, beyond the path, for what awaits, beyond the gate

Feeds on misery and hate, it will not dance around her feet

It will take her breath away and make it her last.


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