We follow our masters.
Mimicking every move and thoughts.
Faceless, black filled blurs. Animated objects controlled by the colorful world.

No sense of our own.
We walk the path of our masters for eternity.

But master is a **** fool.
They walk so carelessly, not knowing what lies in the dark.

As they walk, we plot.
They die.
We live.

We whisper with the wind that echoes in the ears.
"Follow us and you will ssseeeee......."

Stare up and see.
Where no light can touch.
Wickedly bodies hang one by one with speckles of rope tied to rotten tree branches.

Welcome to the abyss of shadows forest.
The cowardly humans shiver in fright.
Hushed by a black ghost hand .
Muffling their screams,
As they watch the lifeless body be drag away to a dense forest.

Hurry along now master.
Try to run,
But we will always be there following behind.
Stop and turn around,
We are there.

"Now open your eyes ****** fool!" We roared!

The bodies you see.
The voices you hear.
Is just a game of the shadow we like to play!
For you to go insane.
And for us to **** our beloved master.

The beautiful hum matching the soft tone of the music.
As the records spins, the world passes on.
Night and day rise to the blossom of life.
Roses sprouting the colors to the world.
Days opens up with rays of light to match the soft stroke of the key of music.
Night's low hazy light glistens the dark air with the low humming a the music.

Tunes creatures mumble tunes but to be only swallowed by the rustling wind that captures their soft spoken tune.
It flows echoing through the pure, sweet air.
Hum the tune of your beat that marches your life.
The grand dance has eloped us in journey of love and life that flows into the  grande white ball room.

Dancing on the endless rotation of the black disk.
Revolving round and round.
We spin n spin hearing that same tune clash with new ones.
Melodies spin with life, the tune we love dances with us.
Embracing us as we spin endlessly on the musically sound.
We bound to listen everyday as nature blossoms and fades away.

Beats of soft strokes of the needle begin to slow the dance.
Give one last mighty twirl.
See the world of beauty and horror one last time.
Hear the tempo of the tone you danced all this way.
As you twirl, taking your last step.
Tears roll down your face with a smile gleaming on your lips as you raise your head at the world fading to a blur of light.

Pure rose petals falling on the records black disk.

Time has come where the musical tone is..

Slowing down..

Growing quieter by the moment..

Slowing fading to nothing...

The needle lifts up.
Emptiness and quietness fills the grand ballroom.
The silence was broken as It's arm with a point glides slowly over a new black plate.
A new tune is played as it lays on top of the old.
Music flows with the new and the old.
Night and day blossom to a new world and journey.
New roses are born.

As goes for the music.The records never stop rolling.
Neither does the dance of the beat of what we call life..