Come Play With Me
The hall stands cold and empty now.
The tables all lie bare.
Yet still across the darkness colours flare -
Ghosts of games long gone.
Bright baize faded down to grey.
Glass shards upon the floor.
Yet still, I tell you, there is more -
The cues and clues remain.
The knives that shaped these broken cues
Have crumbled to rust-red grime.
Mould creeps up walls like frosty rime
But the bones of the hall still stand.
For it is with blood and with bone
That all the ghosts now play.
Balls made from blood across the table spray,
Sent flying by cues carved from bone.
(We make our own,
We break our own,
We bind and bleed
And take our own)
The hall stands cold and darkened now.
The tables all lie bare...
Won't you play a game with me?
You, who entered on a dare?
