Treasure Island

Robin Pitt

(August 28 1974 / Elko, Nevada, USA)

Death's Dance


One cold winter's night amid a storm
I heard a knock at the door
It was Death asking to warm himself
Beside the fire so I let him in

You may think I was insane but quite the contrary
Death is the origins of all our joy and sorrow
For without Death, there is no life
Without Death, there are no drums

Death played his song while I danced
Though I didn't know the steps
All the while my love for Him grew
And when I finally stopped
I found myself weeping...

Because at last I understood.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 05, 2008

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  • ..... W@king Up..... (4/27/2013 12:45:00 AM)

    Death can be a gift :) it leaves us with experiences we remember, and they help us grow stronger and in preparation for death's next dance. Nice work :) (Report) Reply

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