Fastercolorado Boat Parts

"Last Chance"

I had a dream
Of dancing skeletons and fire,
Death and destruction,
The creaking of iron.
Metal joints for elbows and knees;
Jerking movements of the undead.
It's your last chance -
Flames are spreading;
Children crying,
People running
Through the fairground
As it burns.

"Skeleton Dance"

Clutching each other in a bony grip
They circle the room in a continuous sweep;
Feet never touching down.
They have never known another waltz,
Never heard another tune
Than the haunting chimes which echo
Round the ballroom music-box.
By flick of a switch they are frozen in time,
Their gowns now ashes,
Their bones now dust.
But the dancers exist
Somewhere within nothingness;
Sweeping dead air at disbelievers
As they dance through their long-forgotten time.