Swirling Death Poem by Marush
Swirling Death There once was a maiden who loved to dance Swirling and whirling, like some wild romance She danced all day, and she danced all night She danced alone or with whomever was in sight The villagers were angry, "She's crazy and mad" "Drive her out of the village!", "This sight is so sad" "What devil is possessing her?" they all seemed to wonder "What is this ailment from which she does suffer?" So they did drive her out, but she didn't care Through the forest she danced, with her feet cold and bare And there did she catch someone else's attention He was watching her for a while, with some admiration He got up to dance with her, and she didn't seem to observe His rattling dark bones that through centuries time did preserve She held tightly onto his long, dry, bony hand And gazed into his sockets as if in dreamland And to this day they dance in that forest together But to see them would indeed be quite a trea...