He danced among the headstones

He danced among the headstones

 

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Darkness fell.

The mist rose from the fecund soil of the cemetery.The witching hour had arrived.

The spirit cloaked itself in the bones which once formed his frame.

Bursting from the earth, a new birth, he danced the joy of his resurrection among the headstones.

Soon he would journey forth to find supple flesh with which to cloak himself.