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.