We danced to Cuban rhythms Late into the night I twirled my skirts in girlish glee Giggling in delight My heart it started pounding As you held me tight I waited for the kiss That would bring me back to life Then Brutally it struck me At the stroke of midnight You were just an apparition Your kiss turned into frostbite A phantom on the dance floor A cruel trick of the light You melted into nothing Just a shadow in the moonlight
(C) Pixievic
I was invited to be a guest writer on a blog about Ghost Stories - this is what I came up with! You can find the rest here .....