Dancing With the Dead _--~Kelly's Poem~--_

In the dark, moonless night
Of a cloudy, sunless day,
All the living dead rise
And come out to laugh and play.

They speak of how their lives were
And some sing a happy song.
For, when you're buried underground, you see,
Nothing can go wrong.

The world is so sad as she twirls on her axis.
Everyone's taking and no one is giving.
So the stinking dead have risen up
To dance with the lifeless living.

At dawn, they will return to their graves
And wait patiently for night
When, again they will rise from their earthly prisons
And dance with the bats in their flight.