THE DANSE MACABRE

The Raven sits on the old dead tree
Watching over the cemetery
As if waiting for someone to rise
And lead them to the other side

The sun creeps down and off to bed
From dusk til dawn in hues of red
As the moon rises into the sky
To lead the dark parade into the night

The children of the night arise
And look up high into the sky
The Danse Macabre has now begun
And lasts until the rising sun.