November 04, 2026
The Dancing Dead
Timothy Birdnow
I wrote this in honor of the election results last night:
The Dancing Dead
by Timothy Birdnow
The winds howling loudly outside the gate
they dance in the courtyard though the hour is late
just bones of the damned, hollowed out chests
celebrate in the courtyard with the children oppressed
What sophists they must be, to buy what they'd sell
a graveyard of fools, all ignoring the bell
watch as they party late into the night
for soon they'll be gone and forever out of sight
what comes now their way, what dark shadows in motion
while they dance in their triumph amid all the commotion
the pad of the feet of the predator near
his footprints in sand he's about to appear
there's blood on the sand now, their children devoured
while the dead dancing bones speak of being empowered
the cream now is curdled, bitter and soured
yet the harlots they dance, bejeweled and deflowered
Judgement is nigh, the moving finger writ
the terrible end will be just and be fit
it is coming soon now and they won't understand
why the world has gone mad, why death stalks the land
But that's what they wanted, they sought it all along
nary a care did they take though it's wrong
their champions laughing now at their fine trick
the candle is burned, at the end of the wick
Who knocks on the door now? Who comes now to the dinner
the savior is absent, at the door stands the dark winner
In joy they did celebrate, thinking themselves wise
they believed what they wanted, they accepted the lies
They kingdom is rent from them, enemies pound on the door
and still do they dance, just a thing to ignore
what comes in the night is much worse than a dream
it won't be till daylight they'll let out a scream
Venus shall light after a night of jubilation
in the morn all their woes, the war and inflation
will double in trouble but they'll get so much more
their lives shall be shattered from crust to the core
Foolish hollow men and their women obtuse
for they've woven the rope, now they're wearing the noose
and they think it a fashion statement but it won't remain loose
in horror and shock it will be put to good use
Oh sinner man, sinner woman, and other
you have made your own bed and you'll never recover
Will they finally learn or will they stay on this path
for the day is soon coming they will feel His wrath
they fell so far, never reaching the bottom
now the salt dunes shall blossom, just like Gomorrah and Sodom
It's worse than you fear - the predator is here.
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