Songs rang through the night, raising everyone’s spirits
It made the darkness come alive with magical moments
No one was ever going to forget it for the rest of their lives
Given that the ghosts were slaughtering all those that lived, their memories didn’t have to last for long.
Watching the spirits dance in the moonlight while nursing her new bruises
It made her want to run out there and join them.
She knew she shouldn’t. She knew what would happen. She would never come back.
Pushing off her back step she decided it was better than the alternative.
Cacophony of voices raised
Harmoniously lifting the spirits of those around them
Obsessed with the space between the tones
Replicating structures of sound that evoke primal emotions
Unleashing a common experience
Sending that energy into the universe
Slurping a liquid hug
On a cold gray dreary day
Uplifts her spirits, and she sighed contentedly
Perhaps she would be lucky and tomorrow be gloomy again
Coming violently together was their usual M.O.
Obliterating everyone and everything around them with such a release of energy
Love contains almost limitless potential energy waiting to be continuously released, but…
Lust was a poor substitute with so many limits
It would be expended so quickly in a blink of an eye
Deforming each of their spirits, leaving permanent dents therein
Eventually becoming as cold as the void that remained.
Vehicle for fluids is raised for another toast
Enables waking dreams as you stumble being possessed
Sometimes you can host a multitude of different spirits simultaneously
Such as wine, beer, and hard liquors
Enough visitors that you reach your max occupancy limit, and you’re forced outside your body
Leaving you empty and full of yourself at the same time
Lifting her spirits, he began to laugh
It made him a medium of sorts
Finding the souls of her dead dreams
Elevating them to some kind of zombiehood
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Bronze flashing, ringing, singing
Enveloping the spirits of those around
Loud bashing to soft banter
Layering music, hope, and joy
Shattering the silence
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