In adamantine halls of brittle glass,
you led me in a danse macabre
<I thought it a waltz!>
our distorted images shimmering,
reflected dimly in the dusky rooms.
You took my hand and lifted me to my feet...
the gravity in your face belied by your glinting eyes,
<i thought: he is magic!>
and whirled me through hell's own gates,
into a palace of illusion and lies.
As we dipped and gracefully spun our way around the mirrored halls,
I glimpsed the silently mocking faces of those who watched..
A dim echo of laughter whispering softly round us.
<I thought I was safe>
And still we danced...
my head buried in your shoulder.
The sudden rustling of wings,
the cacophonous twittering of a thousand sparrows...
woke me from my helpless reverie,
while splintered, shattering glass fell from round the rooms.
Screaming, anguished faces captured in the sparkling shards
I turned my face up to yours,
Seeking the answers in your dark eyes...
<Was it a riddle?>
I was dancing with a ghost.