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”
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