Dance With The Dead

Day of the Dead

Day of the Dead (Photo credit: Josh Koonce)

Friends break bread
And dance with the dead
Ghosts are prized
Truth in their eyes
Lost within time
Friends drink wine
Demonic, divine

See them dance
Lifeโ€™s final chance
Night of pure death
Mist on the breath
Donning their masks
Ritual tasks
This is the end
For us all, dear friend

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
This entry was posted in Earth, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

7 Responses to Dance With The Dead

  1. This is awesome =) I think you might have noticed but the new prompt is up

  2. I love that picture! And the poem ๐Ÿ™‚

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s