The dead carcass comes alive,
You are greeted to his territory,
He asks you for one dance,
You are not scared nor are you disgusted,
You are in fact fascinated by his question,
And so you both dance on and on,
No time threads through your mind,
Suddenly your dance has been completed,
He bows and you ask,
“Why a dance?”
He simply crawls down into his dark deep hole,
It takes a few steps that you take before you fall in,
Falling and falling you go,
The life lifts out of you as you fall,
And as the years go by your flesh and eyes disintegrate,
Your own dead carcass comes alive,
And you dance for eternity,
Two carcasses with time leaving them.
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