Welcome to our castle.
Not to be a hassle.
But please knock on the door.
It might open no more.
Until midnight strikes doom on the head.
All will be gone except for The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
I dream of a place
Where time stands still.
Petals fly from trees.
A pink hue cast on all.
Climb the stairs to the castle,
Where fantasies come to life.
The warm breeze carries music
On swirling rainbows of light.
Pretty maidens dance in circles
Around the courtyard of flowers.
Men become drunk on giggles
And flirty stares cast their way.
Who is the ruler of this paradise?
It is I, the dreamer of dreams.