The Last Dance of Death

As the quilts were lain, we did a dance 
We turned, then folded, and held our stange 
My tears blurred my eyes, with heavy breath 
As we walked thrugh the motions of the dance of death 
All dressed in white we looked so pure 
Through inside my heart was cut quick to the core 
The food I ate as nothing but bland 
For all I could think of were those who slipped away, 
Like fingers through the sand 
They were like bubbles, blown by a child 
Gone in a glance, but there for a while 
They faded over time, and eventually disappeared 
Now we go through the dance of death 
Our faces stained and teared