Dancing Bones

Jaunty Rhyming

Dancing Bones

Solid bones, but brittle

Confounded by a riddle, still

Wary as I went, of course

Somewhere down the middle

Would I broach, or bother

Scourge of every honor, dimmed

Brought to call on masters

That fame never bothered with

And often more the Other wins

Other things are thought of us

Taught the tales and proper strings

How to love and laugh and dance

If I do, I miss the chance

To see what offer heaven brings

Still, that I took that

Crooked path

To me was quite as heavenly...