Bones groaning and creaking, the elegant skeletons danced.
They were dressed in a delicate array of snow, with hollow stars winking from their throats.
Wind flowed through their limbs, a song written in a language long forgotten.
The skeletons’ arms stretched towards the dark sky, praying to some unforeseen goddess that lived above them.
So immersed were they,
these skeletons of old,
that they did not hear the screams.
The silent cries of their neighbors as serrated steel penetrated their skin and ripped away at their insides.
Until it was happening to all of them.