Degrees

The dead to a door
Came knocking once more
Resolved to taste some tea.
And they called
And they called
For a servant to bring
This tea to save their souls.

The dead can sing
With a light held aloft
They bring their light so to see
The brighter their song
The brighter their song
The lighter then shines their souls.

The dead did part
From that sturdy oak door
Resolve dissolved once more in their hearts.
They laughed
And they wept
And they stamped their feet
In the warm cool welcoming cold.