Fade To Black

Barely able to follow shadows, graven image of life
The music is low barely intelligible
A heartbeat is heard from a distant Hallway
The low light flickers, and a corpse rises to sing
The song is known by all, although the name eludes

The lights again become steady, before it dies
The corpse is finally laid to rest, rotting flesh
Across the brain, the dead begin to dance
A familiar breath is felt by the dead
The blackness is comforting to those alive

The lights again return before dawn, for a second
The eyes of death are passionate. I feel them
Love exists for death to create into an illusion
The sun comes to bear, the dead feel alive
in a casket of Emotion, crying doesn't help

© 1998, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved