Dance of the Dead

Like autumn leaves blowing in the winds of time Whispering tales of heartless crime Your spirit resonates all around I cannot escape the chilling sound That last golden beam of sunlight fades away Resuming once again this midnight play Ghosts of the past smolder in the moonlight Silver flame such a beautiful sight Look but don’t touch is what they say From fingertips they prance away Endless dance in a lonely night Lasting until the world begins to dew Separating fantasy from what is true Left to wander aimlessly through another day Will the guilt ever fade away?