The Ghost of Ballroom A

01 Apr 2010

·Deckard

In the quiet hours of this grand hotel I watch in awe and disquieting solitude as the orb dances on camera 1 egging me to come see but when I arrive he has gone only to appearon camera 2 upon my return this timeI snap his picture zoom in to find his faceis theorb pointed ears and grinning he appears to be posing I am wracked with fear butI mustreturn and again I do not see him before I leave atable shakes violently I turn to see a great shadow move across the room and intoa wall of darkness Only the new ones enter that section alone but not for long they quickly become acquainted with the ghost of Ballroom A

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Deckard

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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