The Night I Saw The Ghosts Dance

The night I saw the ghosts dance,
Their withered forms shaking,
I listened to their pounding feet,
A hideous, gruesome quaking.

The night I saw the ghosts dance,
My heart dropped through the floor,
For I saw no difference from one to the next,
Just shades leaping through deaths door.

The night I saw the ghosts dance,
Their beat taught me more than fun,
I returned to life well changed
For in death we are all one.