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Dancing with the Dead
I woke in my bed
to dancing of the dead,
twirling and spinning
just above my head,
around the Maypole
holding ribbons blood red.
In the pale moonlight
at hours past midnight,
what a fright this
ghastly sight.
They beckon and call,
into motion I crawl.
to dancing of the dead,
twirling and spinning
just above my head,
around the Maypole
holding ribbons blood red.
In the pale moonlight
at hours past midnight,
what a fright this
ghastly sight.
They beckon and call,
into motion I crawl.
Published 18th Jan 2023
| Edited 19th Jan 2023
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