I wondered once, upon a whim
'neath moonlight's pallor, cold and dim,
If death should take me now, in which direction
Would my soul impart?
And as my mind for answers searched,
I noticed footprints in the dirt
And followed them for miles, despite the protests
Of my fragile heart.
The footprints ceased and I, then slowing
Looked around, confused, not knowing
What rabbit hole I'd fallen into, stumbled
Into, in the dark.
Around me stood the living dead
"Why don't you stay a while?" they said,
They laughed and played like children and their bones danced
'round with golden sparks.
I tried to run but turned to dance
And fell into the dead man's trance
I lost myself to the allure of what I
Know was not for me.
I still am dancing, to this day
The music just won't go away
My body is content and therefore
I cannot break free.
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