We dance. Like ghosts caught on camera. Fragile minds lead me astray. Prance around headstones of white. Some sad song in a forest of dreams. A mystery caught in a music box, fills me with fear. Strange noise in the attic, precious night light guide me to sleep. Childlike fears return in our absence of innocense. You don't sing me a lullebye, like you used to. I feel like Alice never made it out of Wonderland, and I'm still in the Queen's court. Whirling, swirling music from a small musicbox, ballerina mechanics. Are we childhood's nightmare? a frightening image, a scream outside her window. Treat us well, faithful fairytale, bring us sweet dreams and melodys of yellow. Bring us childhood nightmares, in a music box song.
That was beautiful I really love your style, and how the periods at the end of each sentence give it a sense of finality and firmness. The mood is sort of eerie, yet serene. I loved it!
Wow, Haley ... You have grown soo much artistically since I first met you here on the forums. That is quite possibly one of the best poems I have read on here in a while. Congratulations! Keep up the good work.
