From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

... Danse Macabre The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? ---Edgar Allan Poe The King Source: dodedans.com Please to enjoy a little light music with your readings... The Danse Macabre---The Dance of Death--- what morbidly themed A-Z blog would be complete without it? Of course this ties in neatly with my "A" post,  A is for Alphabet , as Herr Hans Holbein was gracious enough to gift us with The Dance of Death Alphabet (which I am unashamedly using daily to decorate each post. Danke, Herr Holbein).  The ultimate meaning behind this medieval art genre is the universality of death. We are all equal in the grave or something like that. Some of the earliest known painted scenes of The Danse Macabre date back to the early 1400s-- in Paris' Church of the Holy Innocents cemetery. The horrors of life during this time, famines, the Hundred Years Wa...

On nights when the moon refuses to shine, When hopeful dreams have all drifted away, This is the time when the long shadows come, When the skull-backed spiders are eager to play. It’s the thick, choking darkness that grows them, Their black frames pulled from deep, murky depths, A single white spot to mark their cold flesh, The marred heralds, glowing beacons of death. Venture no closer than a cubit’s length, Steer your path a wide berth from their stance, Lest you catch a glimpse of their spot’s true shape, Image clear at the start of their dance. Listen close as we whisper our warnings, Heed the words we lay bare at your feet. Don’t tread near to catch sight of our skulls, You’ll regret most the moment we meet.                                                                   ...