A Descent into Madness

In the Night She Dances

A Lullaby Playing

Like empty souls trapped between stain glass pages Like memories from ancient ghouls from Roman ages Like empty stone tombs in a time of undying

|Echoes |Ringing |Answers |Bringing

The tomes of many to many Of me to you Search yourself, for the wretched Neglect the fortunate

Like wood floorboards peeled back over your toes Like concrete curing green in your pours Like Haydn playing on flat metal wire

|Soot |Dripping |Slush |Drifting

Like empty bottles sitting on a door step with broken shards at their base Like auburn hair and hazel eyes and olive skin Like stubborn children playing in snow with scarlet tipped noses

A man alone in front of millions An empty table for two A lullaby playing A ballerina dancing

An old film shuttering in the distance, silently A child’s flip book comic The memories that whistle in your ears The pain that holds back your tears

Your words not just unwritten But written and then unwritten

What dreams you’ve wrought Like iron vision What terrors are taught Like soulless derision

Parsley garnish Ginger and Chives

Sweet solace aggravated by bearish cries The melody winds down as the spirits snore The little girl winds the box once more And the ballerina dances more and more

In the night she dances, wound and wounded more and more

-JM