Where the Ghosts Come to Dance
Music fills every hall, every room
The chandeliers sparkle with little flames
Laughter ripples in pockets of air
Voices float upward and stain the ceiling
The quiet tinkling of champagne glasses
Hovers in the halls like mist
I’m dressed in my best suit
Smiling and enjoying this fine party
Although there is not a soul in sight
And although the house is empty
Except for me and the piano music
And the tinkling of champagne glasses
You see, this is the house where
The ghosts come to dance.
-Christopher
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Stories from a Night of Dreams: Day 3
Presented to you by Christopher
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2 comments:
Hauntingly beautiful~!
So yeah, you inspired me to attempt to make poetry once again...and once again it came out as lyrics.
Even worse, death metal lyrics. I don't even do death metal (for all that I'm training for it personally as of late - gotta keep growing as a musician and while I may not like it, I do recognize that it's a current modern style), so I'm actually surprised by it.
Bah, I'll try again sometime...
ever read/watched The Shining?
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