The Dance Of Death Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Father, mother rich and poor
Sister, brother, none endure
Children of the Winds of Chance
Join hands with Death and let us dance

Do not fear his hollow smile
He'll not dissemble nor beguile
His music is impermanence
Join hands with Death and let us dance

Mighty, lowly, strong and weak
Laughing girl with sunny cheek
All must tumble to his lance
Join hands with Death and let us dance

In gthe apple lives the worm
In the statue lives the dust
As the dawn becomes the moon
Men are mortal, die we must