soft!

the danse begineth!

all the creatures!

the sham existences made

to seem so real

that the true people have fled!

the danse begineth!

soft!

reality

is on the precipe

and is soon gone!

the true people !

will they returneth!

from out of our meaningless fantacies!

will you and i

ever emerge

from the danse macabre

of our times?