Death Dance

Don't be afraid -
We came for silence.
We came for ceremony.
Whisper easily to me in the quiet,
Tell me Death has no power over me;
Over you -
That a glorious thing has befallen us
Here in the darkness.
Breathe, breathe, breathe,
The moon is the color of bone.
Rise! Shape the sunrise of the East
And the four corners of the Death Dance -
The ancient languages 
Lasting through everything.
A touch - lush;
A whisper.
Lead on down, oh!
Come undone.
And I am fixed on nothing.
What a classic that is.