Poetry and whatnot

Behold the dance of the rattling bones,

See how they click and clack,

The prancing of their skeleton feet,

A ballet to dazzle and to distract.

They pirouette with skinless glee,

Then arabesque and take a bow,

And with a smile the king is pleased,

His loyal subjects did amaze and bow.

Hail to the King!

We only exist to entertain.

Hail to the King!

We pick up our bones and dance again.

Haunted Lunacy