Tuesday, November 29, 2016

A MAGICAL NIGHT FOR A PARTY



A MAGICAL NIGHT FOR A PARTY
The glass dome reflects the sparkling stars.
Inside, dancing pairs twirl around.
Beneath chandeliers of ice.
Between frozen statues.
Reflecting days gone by.
In mirrors upon the frosted walls.
Spin and dance the night away.
Until the dawn rises clear and strong.
And chases away the dark shadows.
A party at a glass house can be perfect.
Maybe a little too perfect.
THE DEAD GAME