Small Eagle's Eyrie
The Writings of Becky, Her Family, and Friends

John J. McCloud: Dancin' in the Dark

DANCIN' IN THE DARK

Sittin' here alone in the Dark
Listenin' for the sounds, the sounds of Dark

Slow fog creepin' in, creepin' in on little feet
Hear the sounds of the dark, footsteps a creepin'

Off in the dark, the band is tunin' up, getting ready
Hear the bull-fiddles roar and the banjos staccato wail

Guest are now a comin', creepin' thru the fog
Soon the party starts; soon we will dance in the dark

Shapes materialize in the fog, shapes of ghosts and guests
Guests getting closer; really wanted to dance tonight

Hear the band a wailin', wailin' the big sounds
Getting louder now, really in the groove

Here come the guests, it time to rock and roll
Time to start this Dance, time to Dance with the Devil

Guests are a singin', bands wailin' the heavy tunes
Fireworks overhead give light to the dance floor below

Music is deafening, Dancin' is fast
Dance with the Devil tonight, the Devil and his kin

Bright flashes, loud voices, the sounds of bugles
Dancers twisted together as they fall to the Dancin' grounds

Voices callin' out in the dark, Voices of the last Dance
I'm here, here out beyond the lights

Come Dance with me again, one last Dance tonight
Dancin' with Death tonight, Dancin' with the devil

Nighttime begins to fade and fog begins to lift
In Day's stark light, the remains of the Dance of last night

Death came calling and wanted to Dance
Death danced here last night, we gave him his wish

Wasn't quite time for my last Dance!

©Copyright July 2004 by John J. McCloud