Song for a Dead Man

I searched along the rocks and stones

by the bloody shore

I found amongst the sun-bleached bones

a cadaver on the moor

In a white dress, he danced on the hill

bathed in moon-lit grass

He sang a lovely song for death

and said "You wish to pass?"

Hand in hand we danced

Through the sun washed dunes

And as we passed a picket fence

He offered me some prunes

In the distance a figure stands

Swallowed by the mist

It's death upon his mighty horse

The night held in his fist

Death smells like the ocean breeze

Passing on the stand

And from the tower he has build

He dominates the land

A purple tree cries in the wind

It's branches short and wide

It's leaves are shaped like clouds

And it blooms with the tide,