Ripped streamers hang in a dusty air,
Dried punch stains old lace cloth;
Parties held long ago, parties never held,
Parties long dead.
Haunted eyes, shadow faces,
Ghosts who never lived;
Heavy air drips around ripped streamers
As they blow in a unison of nothing
And endless marble halls echo silence.
Frozen tears slash statues' faces
With their back turned to one another,
Facing mirrors of reflection, of duality
And as ripped streamers crackle without making a sound.
Cracked skull covered by a dusty air,
Dried blood stains stone floors;
Life held long ago, life never held,
Life long dead,
And ripped streamers all around.