A ball room with people in long flowing dresses with there hair curled and gloves covering there arms
A man on there arm with a curled mustache, a drink in his hand
Music flowing from violin players on stage
The men place there drinks down on the marble bar, take there ladies to the ballroom floor
The men dance with there ladies to the violin music playing, as the clouds gather outside to brew a soup of a storm
The couples dance around and around again.
a crack of thunder shakes the dance floor the couples stop dancing and the music keeps flowing from the stage.
each couple goes to there tables lit my candlelight and each couple sits down.
Everyone begins eating there plate of food at the same time, Everyone feels a squriming in between there teeth.
They look down at there plate to see little white worms crawling in there food.
everyone takes a drink of there white wine at the same time, One By one people gasp for air and fall over in there dining chairs.
The Violin music keeps flowing from the stage the candlelights flicker from the tables illumnating the dead, thunder cracks as the rain pitter patters on the roof.
a black raven flies into the ballroom and caws, The last crack of thunder sounds as loud as a tell tale story.
The raven caws again at the tell tale ravens ball.