Dirges and Chants

The Dirges:
Weary days
Blurry eyes
Teary times
Heavy lace

I do a death dance
In my death mask I prance
On dead dreams and revolutions
Diadems and revolving dirges
Death glances over my shoulder
Boulders crash the running moss

No time to gather the lost
No clock to ring and chime
Water and wine
Blood and bone
Time now stands quiet and still
Sands of time,
Now dance to the coroner’s will

The Chants:
Topsies and turvies!
Mortuaries and cold rooms!
Corpses and songs!
Unpaid,
Unfinished movies!
Life decisions!
Gravevines of mere confusion!

Intertwine death!
Intertwine life!
Death to the Dirge!
Death to the Dirge!

The Dirges:
But then they all leave me
All freeze me
Under the dry rain
Under the rainy desert
I remain weeping
Under the falling carpet,
I now remain alone…

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