Grave Dancer Poem by Jon M. Nelson

As the shadows move slowly across the land,
The darkness falls and takes me by the hand.
The sounds of the nighttime begin to appear,
The eerie sounds bring out the inner fear.

I take a breath and hear the sounds so smooth,
For the music of darkness helps my heart sooth.
The calmness falls over me and I get the notion,
And my body is energetically put into motion.

My feet start moving as I dance on the grave,
Moving in rhythm just like a Cherokee Brave.
When the dead surround me I feel more alive,
This is the only way I can really be revived.

It is more than what you would ever expect;
This is the only way I know how to show respect.
As the ground glows from the moon at night,
It becomes the main source as my spotlight.

As I bid farewell to the newly deceased,
When I leave here they will rest in peace.
The Grave Dancer has left his mark in this space,
Forever lasting in this eternal resting place.