 I WILL DANCE I will dance
The dance of dying days
And sleeping life. I will dance
In cold, dead leaves
A bending, whirling human flame. I will dance
As the Horned God rides
Across the skies. I will dance
To the music of His hounds
Running, baying in chorus. I will dance
With the ghosts of those
Gone before. I will dance
Between the sleep of life
And the dream of death. I will dance
On Samhain's dusky eye,
I will dance 
         
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