A table laden with silver,
Like a funeral feast,
There are flowers,
As if left for the dead,
Notes that send chills up the spine,
And make the heart race,
Who set sit this table?
Fit for a funeral,
And if it be a funeral,
Maybe these flowers are to be set upon your own grave?
Do you dare sit?
While ghostly waiters serve you?
Does the food taste good?
Does it taste grand?
Do you sink into it?
Does it make you forget?
Or is this place one big illusion?
A place that foretells what is to come?10/13/2010 . Edited 12/07/2010 #1
I peeked inside.
"No thank you darling, I shall not be joining you for this romantic dinner. I have a haunted house to escape."
After directing the words at absolutely nobody, I exited and headed back toward the hall.
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