Candles light the way as we
walk through the deserted rooms.
In the ballroom, the bright light from a window
casts its glow on the crystal chandelier.
There are no dancers in the room,
No music is playing.
But if you listen closely,
you can hear the soft strands of
music in the still air.
Will anyone dance in this room again?
I think not.
Not if The Dead have their way.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist