Under the muted moonlight,I,Dance with the dead,Loved ones,Left at the crossroads.Sing with sinnersLong since forgotten,Cavort with convictsOnce held as lovers and friends,Now hangUnder the weeping gibbet tree,Prance with pariahs,Away from FatherLeast I too am leftTo wander, with the wicked,Quietly waiting,For the next soulTo comeDance with the dead,Frolicking with the forbidden….

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