Saturday, August 29, 2015
THE WALTZ OF GHOULS
Have you known the torment from the darkest hours of the night?
Where wicked, whirling skeletons dance ‘til morning light?
Their shadows breathe quite heavily
as they tip-toe ‘cross your bed
ascending to the ceiling…drifting overhead
Their melancholy hissing echoes in your ears
Tapping at your heart, rousing all your fears
Blanketing your weary soul with rash, undaunted fury
raping all your virtues
playing judge and jury
The Waltz of Ghouls has just begun at this haunting hour
For there is no refuge – nocturnal demons are in power!
You may close your eyes to their performance and force the curtain down yet your soul will dwell amongst them
they will offer you the Crown
A Queen they seek to rule their haven as they gather where they may
But No! This shall not happen while you turn and look away
…the dark is gone! The light has come!…now they are lost in “day”