DANCE MACABRE
As the midnight hour approached
On the eve of Hallow’een
Gaze through any graveyard gate
And witness a hellish scene.
The graves they all lie open
Their occupants standing near
One holds gin, one has wine and one is gulping beer!
Jimmy Powell, a youthful ghoul, who crashed his car one night
With bulging eyes and green tinged skin, is not a pretty sight.
But he’s dancing cheek to jowl with a girlish ghoul he met
Her limbs are slightly slimy and her mouth is terribly wet.
Now, Grandpa Jones, with creaky bones, is doing a jig in the heather
He has no skin to keep the heat in but doesn’t mind the weather.
Amourous Annie, the heart attack Granny, is on the prowl for a beau
Not many men, alive or dead were willing to have a go.
The twins, Dick and Joan, sadly gone, flitted from tree to tree
With their new angel wings, the pretty wee things, were as happy as happy can be.
Handsome Jack Moon who can carry a tune, is disintegrating fast
He will sing from his heart, then have to depart, this party will be his last.
The graveyard is lit like a carnival show
Graves lit from within with an eerie glow
Revellers writhe in a grotesque dance
And if someone should happen to see them by chance.
A wanderer who has lost his way
Too much booze on a holiday
They’ll stagger and stare and probably think
The blame lies with the demon drink.
But if they’re sober and ambling along
Death due to fright and they’ll join our wee throng
So beware and avoid on Hallow’een Eve
The Dead Zone of a graveyard, that’s if you believe.
In ghosts and goblins and bumps in the night
Witches and warlocks and vampires who bite!
Phyllis McKenna 