fauxcroft

Baroque decoration all around

And there is an orchestral string sound,

Resonating around this giant hall

And there were people dancing showing no emotion at all,

Dressed in 18th century wear

I hear harpsichord music traveling through the air,

It’s so surreal and yet also menacing

I look around and have a hard job focussing,

Then I feel the people move towards and start closing in

Then their faces distort and they start screaming,

Looking to devour me and tear me to shreds

Is this a rememberance of a meeting with the dead,

I wake up suddenly in sweat filled dread

But all is ok in my room and in my bed,

I sigh and decide to lie down again

Then I sit up because I hear a noise and then,

The door bursts open and these ghouls all storm in

This can’t be happening I was just dreaming,

But I know it’s real when they grab me and it’s me now screaming.