Memento Inktober 3: Totentanz

Do you hear the rhythm? Can you feel the beat? The masses are coming. Step by step. In ones and twos and threes. Staccato movement with accents of shrieks. Slow and steady. Quick and neat. Surprising limber for the state of their feet. Dark and dreary, lively and sweet. There's magic in the air with each note rising, bringing forth those who once were but are no longer. Twisting and twirling, turning and flowing. Smooth like jazz and yet rough around the edges. There's a life lost and a life gained. Eye for an eye but not quite the same. The tempo rises, the energy soars. Crescendo reached and release. A collective exhale as they return to the ground. The dance of the dead is now complete, but it's a beat that never really ends.