Forest Ball

A scream bubbles within me

As I watch the skeletons dance,
Twirling,
Around the fire.

I stood, frozen,

Seeing smooth bones
Impossibly together,
A tribe that lives within the pine forest,

Shrouded in macabre secrets.

The sight was really something,
Sharp angles waltzing,
Hypnotized by the pungent reek of decay.

There was music too,

Or perhaps it was their chanting,
Harmonic whispers,
Just barely there.

I dug my toes into the dirt

And clenched my hands by my sides,
But was unable to resist
The urge to join them in their dance.