A ballad for the Dark Dreamscapes Contest.
Bewails of a woman haunt me.
My birthday party is accursed.
Is that a phantom that I see?
Or my vices, that need be purged?
Burst balloons envelop the ink.
Visage of a pallid woman:
Is that a face, I goggle at ?
Or my whims, that I need to ban?
Headless apparition appears.
My fun ebbs, laughter disappears.
I shriek and scream in vain despair.
My face becomes smudged with all tears.
The ghost ushers me furtively,
Into the darkest hole I land.
Mysterious cries scare me off.
I sink in the sprinkled, black sand.
Grisly terror now grips me with
It's jutting claws and tight fetters.
I try to unbuckle myself
From the shackles of chained jitters.
The creepiest feeling swallows
Me, and I cry relentlessly.
Ebony canopies of pain
Sheathe me , I fight desperately.