Death Dancer

Perennial remains, left
scattered across a whispering
cemetery, visionless memories
cast aside.

Midnight calls upon a sheltered
shadows misery, standing
firmly at the site of marble stone.

Death-

All around the night is death
as I ponder for Moon's invitation.

Responding, kneeling
for sorrow's tomorrow-

I can't forget the seedings
of decaying souls,
there is nothing to do
but cascade, sachet,
between spirits asking
me to write their final
confessional and testimony.

I am death in dancing words,
engulfed within a cemetery upon the hill....