Where Spirts Roam

[morbid__goddess]

Lights spiral around the shimmering tree
A midnight dance of the dead
Spirits sing the gentle lullaby
And flow through the bliss of the land

Each seed left at the trunk
Blossoms into a snowy rose
Whispers from the spirits around
Caress the flower into it's beauty

All of the young and the old
From the other side of the glass
Twirl and dance around this tree
Just so they can feel a touch of life

And as the night fades away
They retreat back to their world
Taking with them a white rose
Knowing they'll be back for another night.