Phantom Calls

As night falls, a dark melody fills the air with a feeling so deep it is the song of a dark rose tweeting near a corner fence. Dahlia, a withered pale woman lies on a granite slab, still and serene The song transforms the air, calm infuse her chill cells, pungent. Cells overhaul false refluxes taint her veins with lethal hues rose rummages the window like a creeper it probes in disguise. A noise of a phantom stirs in the void The deadbeat song reaches its peak undermining her heart waves the roaming restless phantom roars. "Who is the next cadaver to join me?'' then dark rose turns from grey to white the source of the call slowly deranges with the rise of a promising dawn. The sunrays pack her vitals with life a dark rose is reborn, its music unheard may *Prana saves helpless cadavers once again a wish for a dark song seems wanted. *Prana, a Sanskrit word meaning breath, a life-giving force.