Possession

Sprawled out on the floor
Of an empty ballroom
Dressed in threads of silk and satin
Colors so bright and filled with life
Who is she?
Who lies there, breathless?
She who wears a mask of white
White feathers of an albino raven and silver glitter
That hide most of her face
All but that eerie grin

Slowly, she lifts herself off the floor
Still grinning, showing her pearly whites
A smile that seems almost permanent
Her pale face dusted white
Her dark, loose hair
Do nothing but enhance the effect
Such a creepy young woman
Dressed in the finest
Sitting on the ballroom floor

What goes on in that mind of hers?
Perhaps she is already dead and is just a puppet on invisible strings?
Who is the puppeteer?
Who controls the demon?
Is she even real?

She stands to her full height
And begins to dance
To a song in her head
Still grinning like a demon
Her eyes, lifeless and dull
Her skin, pale and cold
Her dress, losing its color and slowly decaying
As is the rest of her
As she continues her dance

When she finishes, she takes a bow
Her jaw falls off, but she doesn't seem to notice
And continues to grin
As her body decays-rots

Her eyes roll out of their sockets and land on the floor
Her body shrivels up and begins to fall apart
But the grin remains

Her head rolls off her shoulders and lands at your feet
She's still grinning

Her body crumples to the floor
And still she smiles

She turns to dust and is blown away by a chilling wind
But its too late...

Her grin is ingraved in your memory
And you'll never forget

You will be haunted
For an eternity
By that eerie grin
That pale face
Her rotting flesh



She has completed her possession...