they frolic
they run through
haunted lavender fields
laughing deliciously
chasing the dreams of the living
all the way up
through the sapphire glassy sky
it's 4am
when phantoms snicker
and whisper in ears
of sleeping children,
stories of abandonment
and wickedness, of
fairy tales and wishes
it is 5am
and skeletons parade around the graveyard
dancing to
the chorus of birds
perched atop
forgotten tombstones
and when the sun ascends
and the living wake again
the dead are put back to sleep
banished to live again
only when
the clock strikes 3am
ourinvisiblequeen
