She walks down the stairs
dressed in all black,
to the thought of a memory
she hopes to bring back.
The band starts to play
and the floor starts to dance,
the song sounds familiar
as they slip into a trance.
The lights begin to dim
as the candle fire lights,
every one waits
for the slowly approaching night.
As the pace slightly quickens
the fear starts to rise,
their voices somewhat tremble
to the awaited demise.
She approaches the host
with her face covered by veil,
as he slowly turns around
his face turns ghostly pail.
She spoke of one word
then the house became his tomb,
he fell to his death
along with the entire room.
I gave this a rare ten because I found no flaws to speak of and the story was both creative and interesting. A most fascinating story. GW62
nice one also..i c we leave you to your death beds..lol jk good poem i really liked it~hazel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem paints quite an eerie picture. The rhythm is good and it rhymes well.