The Dance

The Dead Dance at dawn.

The dead dance at dusk.

Working off the debts

Accrued by their myriad sins.

Whether the hopeful dances of Purgatory

Or the heartbroken dances of Hell

The dead must both

Begin and end each day

With a brief and solemn ball.

No one is ever exempted

From the dance.

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