"She Dances With Cobwebs"
"When our souls are still connected to something of this world, we can never move on to eternal peace, and/or damnation."
She used to dance in this room.
Its flooded with memories.
Now cobwebs dazzle the ceiling,
but no spiders can be seen.
Its cold outside,
the trees all lifeless and dead.
No glass in the window panes,
just the winter's chill instead.
The walls are starting to rot,
the fireplace starting to crumble.
Soon, all that will be left,
is a pile of debris and rubble.
Yet she has a slight smile on her face,
as the water rushes in.
She soon will be at peace,
if Heaven lets her in.
With nothing left to hold her here,
from her prison walls she'll break free.
Its time to disappear,
from the ghost she has come to be.
No more dancing in cobwebs.
No more lonely, sleepless nights.
This was her limbo,
and it all falls down tonight.
© 2011 Nikki Wicked