The masked lovers danced,

In the Grey colored ballroom,

The air enchanted,

With a wooden musk and surrounded by melted candles,

They laughed and giggled,

Love in their eyes,

They didn’t mind the darkness,

They found it quite nice,

The Devil conducted the band,

The music hypnotizing the lovers,

Until all they can see,

Were only one another,

No amount of warnings,

Can ever save their souls,

They loved the warmth they gave each other,

It protected them from the cold,

Trapped in limbo for all eternity,

The music always playing,

Their love,

Never ending,

The song of the damn,

Is their favorite song of all,

For it depicts their love,

And their inevitable fall.

~a sleepy ghost~


Author: Viv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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