Happy Feet; Corpse Style

Singing and dancing,
In this dark hall, screaming.
A dead waltz tonight,
Dancing of fear and fright.
As the orchestra rages on;
The dead, live on.
Lost souls dance,
All caught in a trance.
Shadows caught in a lunar spell.
Pitch darkness caught from Hell.
The moon begins to fade.
The sun is killing the shade.
The dead digs their grave,
Going back to the rest they crave.
As they sleep, they die.
Six feet under, they lie.
Ceased dancing.
Dead singing.
The hall blood and red.
The day is just silent and dead.

*this is my first submitted poem here, so please pardon me if it sucks, just please leave me a comment so i can do better. thanks.