Until the Clock Strikes Midnight Again

A Dark and Gothic Poem that Never Ends

Patrick Bernauw
It's twelve o'clock in Bruges-la-Morte

and where once the groom

and his bride were murdered,

it's pitch black now: every room

is deserted.

Except the one where

a grand piano is playing

Variations on a French Cancan ,

but where

is the pianist?

Do you see him?

Night after night

caught in a web of white light

he's playing the same

Very Slow and Spooky French Cancan ,

can you hear it?

The keys are touched

by invisible fingers

and now a ghostly band joins in

and a beautiful lady appears

and dances through the walls

and windows on the tunes

of this Orchestral Music Made by Spirits

and disappears

into the fog,

forever

until the clock strikes midnight again.

Published by Patrick Bernauw

Patrick Bernauw is a full time Flemish writer (Dutch speaking part of Belgium) of historical mysteries and faction thrillers. And he is a producer of murder and mystery games, city games, alternate reality g...  View profile

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  • Cathy A Montville1/5/2009

    Hauntingly lovely...should be put to music because it would make a wonderful song!

  • Tussy1/2/2009

    Even the macabre can be beautifully expressed in poetry. Cool poem!

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