The Ghost of Treadway Hall

As dark approaches the midnight hour
In Treadway Hall there comes a power.
The music plays and the lights will glow
While a spirit stirs in the rooms below.
Wandering the halls in a woeful stance
Mourning her plight at the fraternity dance.
Humiliated she had become
Rebuked and despised. A foolish one.

As dark approaches the midnight hour
In Treadway Hall there comes a power.
A whispering chant: Chelsea and Lance
In a diaphanous gown the spirit would dance.
Recalling fervor, anguish, then fright
Living the torture o'er night after night.
Marriage oath Lance vowed to declare.
Cruel twist of fate; instead this nightmare.

As dark approaches the midnight hour
In Treadway Hall there comes a power.
Two lovers in secret Chelsea and he
Social stigmas their love would not free.
Lance was the elite, Chelsea the poor
He was the gold she was the ore.
Lance was her savior, internal fire.
Reviving her soul from poverty's mire.

As dark approaches the midnight hour
In Treadway Hall there comes a power.
Stolen moments the two would employ
Ardent intrigue in search of its joy.
Aflame with passion Lance would declare
Time to possess her if she would dare.
Whispered endearments of loving forever
Promises made in a wanton endeavor.

As dark approaches the midnight hour
In Treadway Hall there comes a power.
Ofttimes in dark shadows the pair would meet
Exploring the depths of their passion's heat.
Walking on air, Chelsea foresaw the chance
On Lance's arm she would enter the dance.
An outcast no more, She experienced pride.
Lance would one day make her his bride.

As dark approaches the midnight hour
In Treadway Hall there comes a power.
Shadowy figure at to the top of the stairs
Moans can be heard as the spirit despairs
Too vivid the memory how she did wait
Dressed for the dance, but cometh no date.
Minutes ticked loudly as Chelsea perceived,
Heart wrenching awareness of being deceived.

As dark approaches the midnight hour
In Treadway Hall there comes a power.
In disbelief Chelsea left for the dance,
Caught Lance with another by happenstance.
Now discerned she should never have dared
To join the illustrious world that Lance shared.
Her deceiver glanced up catching her eye
Chelsea's heart burst as she started to cry.

As dark approaches the midnight hour
In Treadway Hall there comes a power.
Her countenance was no longer proud.
Her footsteps quickening from the crowd.
With broken heart and spirit crushed
Into the dark poor Chelsea rushed.
Deluge of tears till eyes were blurred,
In Treadway Hall her scream was heard.

As dark approaches the midnight hour
In Treadway Hall there comes a power.
Fleeing from the dance floor into the cold
Yearning for the promise to have and to hold.
Yet honesty screamed of her dark sad fate
The innocent virgin he did vitiate.
Realizing now in this hour of fright
Stark debasement of her dire plight.

As dark approaches the midnight hour
In Treadway Hall there comes a power.
Stung by deception of one she held dear
Blast of the car's horn she did not hear.
Screeching halt and Chelsea was hit.
Her now lifeless body thrown into a ditch.
Outpour of her love led Chelsea to shed
Blood, sweat and tears: now she lay dead.

As dark approaches the midnight hour
In Treadway Hall there comes a power.
Approach near the dorm on a night that is still
Groans from the spirit will give you a chill.
The lights will glow as the music plays
Chelsea's presence is felt as the spirit sways.
Wandering the dorm in the midnight hour.
In Treadway Hall there comes a power.

© Doran Roggio 1999