CueCueCue8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dream of a dream,
Quiet vibrato resounding through the halls;
Musical air silencing the silent dark,
Resolute was the sound made by the orchestra of eventide.
Black baton whipping to and fro,
The black path making way for mettle;
Crescendos of sickeningly silver grace follow,
Which preceded the pastel yet macabre digits.
Grasping at the design,
Shadowed fingers clinging to the intricacies;
Amazement being found in the dance of desire and death,
Waltz of rot--yet a tango of temptation.
Stood stock still at the podium was the conductor,
Cacophony forged through delicate fingertips,
Slow but sure--the dream of a dream of a nightmare began,