Dance of the Yin-Yang Skeletons

Dance of the Yin-Yang Skeletons

They dance every black night within the ghost light of the moon,
They’ve danced since ancient ages, and they'll not be stopping soon,
Earthworms have eaten all the brain from inside of their heads,
They do not understand, nor care, so long have they been dead

Clicking and a clacking, spin around and ‘round and reel,
Immortal skeleton lovers spin in crazy dharma wheels,
When she dipped she lost her head again, about an hour ago,
He fixed her broken ring finger with his left third little toe

Yinnie and Yang-ling, so fast, they effortlessly twirl,
One cannot tell which one’s the which, the guy, or that the girl?
Yinning and Yanging they blur and disguise all the world,
‘till left and right, all wrong and right, are dizziness and swirls

Each dances in support of their old ancient skeleton lover,
The love eternal that they share, is caring for each other,
He catches her when she falls down, lifts with a ghoulish grin,
She takes his hand when his white ribs are exhausted of wind

While having loved Yin, Yang makes schemes to do away with her,
He plans to grind her bones someday, and into bread flour stir,
Yinnie too much too loves her Yang, thus his life’s too at stake,
For while she gnaws upon his heart, her hunger goes unslaked

Back to back and arm in arm, they count off twenty paces,
Then shoot fat holes into each others black gap tooth-y faces,
They’re the dual in duality, the ways of earthly means,
They give birth to dead children who cry horrid banshee screams

Over potters fields lost they strut macabre promenades,
Treading on old tired ghosts, who cling onto their rotting bods,
The skeletons there consummate their sworn vows to divorce,
By breaking specters from their flesh, and stomping on their corpse

And on anon the skeletons dance,
  Their jig of crass romance,
You ask how long on can they go on?
  Have the living any chance?

When all the Earth’s dust’s blown away,
  Still Yin-Yang skeletons will dance