Hayashibara
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- Posted: Thu, 25 Jan 2007 04:08:28 +0000
Nightmare’s Waltz
By Hayashibara
I cannot let go.
My fingers are gripped
Tightly by ice-cold
Hands, bony talons with
Horrifically protruding knuckles and
Smooth milk-white skin.
The fear I feel
Is fiercely portrayed by
Me heart, an organ
That thumps wildly in
My ribcage, like a
Time bomb as if
Set to explode.
I cannot explain my
Own emotions.
I can feel my
Limbs shaking as my
Hair billows in the
Ghostly wind that howls
Through the trees.
I can sense the
Danger.
My brain is screaming
I should tear away,
But my legs had
Stopped listening long ago.
All they could do
Was dance.
I’d always liked the
Waltz, but this was
Different.
The music was aggressively
Elegant, and the pace
Of our dance was
Quick and reckless.
My dancing partner’s back
Was always against a
Blood-red moon, no
Matter what way we
Turned.
I had no desire
To scrutinize what I
Could see of her
Face, in fear she
Might be another ghost
Come to haunt me,
A phantom of a
Past life.
I’d always known the
Ghosts were gaining on
Me.
If you absolutely must critique it, please be nice. I wrote this for a cheap intraschool literary magazine, so I didn't intend for it to be good or bad. ~_~
By Hayashibara
I cannot let go.
My fingers are gripped
Tightly by ice-cold
Hands, bony talons with
Horrifically protruding knuckles and
Smooth milk-white skin.
The fear I feel
Is fiercely portrayed by
Me heart, an organ
That thumps wildly in
My ribcage, like a
Time bomb as if
Set to explode.
I cannot explain my
Own emotions.
I can feel my
Limbs shaking as my
Hair billows in the
Ghostly wind that howls
Through the trees.
I can sense the
Danger.
My brain is screaming
I should tear away,
But my legs had
Stopped listening long ago.
All they could do
Was dance.
I’d always liked the
Waltz, but this was
Different.
The music was aggressively
Elegant, and the pace
Of our dance was
Quick and reckless.
My dancing partner’s back
Was always against a
Blood-red moon, no
Matter what way we
Turned.
I had no desire
To scrutinize what I
Could see of her
Face, in fear she
Might be another ghost
Come to haunt me,
A phantom of a
Past life.
I’d always known the
Ghosts were gaining on
Me.
If you absolutely must critique it, please be nice. I wrote this for a cheap intraschool literary magazine, so I didn't intend for it to be good or bad. ~_~
