Under the muted moonlight,
Dance with the dead,
Loved ones,
Left at the crossroads.
Sing with sinners
Long since forgotten,
Cavort with convicts
Once held as lovers and friends,
Now hang
Under the weeping gibbet tree,
Prance with pariahs,
Away from Father
Least I too am left
To wander, with the wicked,
Quietly waiting,
For the next soul
To come
Dance with the dead,
Frolicking with the forbidden.