Jennifer Dick-Peddie

Faster and faster, the ghosts spin in their waltz They dance without rest, as if they are enthralled Their shimmering gowns and ivory suits twirl The moonlight glints off their pearls

Be cautious, however, of joining the revelry Because, once one goes, they can never leave They will too be trapped in the ball Reduced to something less than mortal

Ultimately, the sun rises over the peaks The shimmering phantom of the tower grows weak For a moment, the bells clang again, echoing across the valley Then, it disappears again into mystery

How beautiful and loud the bells were when they rang How faint are the echos as they fade away