Ghostly Waltz

A decaying castle with its ballroom draped in dust, tattered curtains and faded antique furniture. A bell tolls at midnight and dark rhythms of the opening bars stir the spirits from their slumber. They glide down the staircase, pair, then slowly begin moving around the ballroom, swirling to the strains of a melancholy valse triste. As the last notes softly resonate and then die away the specters bow to their partners and then gradually fade, awaiting the next stroke of midnight when the music will once again summon them from their eternal abode.