• ghoulfrost 9w

    Slow is the tune and heavy is the beat
    To which my feet gently groove to.
    As my heart trembles violently in sync with the tempo,
    Watch my fingers twitch just before I do my dance.

    My little banshee sings a song for the opera.
    Our virtuosity reveals itself only in a cadenza,
    The synth of her voice to make me cry
    She loves the taste of my blood, my darling violin.
    Even as the performance ends with heavy applause;
    The curtains fall and my lips let out a sigh.

    The bells are ringing in Arkham tonight.
    Such a classic, rarely heard except on a blue moon night when the frost bites.
    A cell is empty,
    frightfully wild eyes gawk at the chaos.
    A man walks in the shadows, he serves the light.
    In the darkness, the blind are but humbled royalty and the one-eyed man may claim divine.

    They heard no music so they thought them mad;
    Them that danced to a tune which no one played.
    ©ghoulfrost
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