Laughter

The soft sounds of bells can be heard drifting through the air. Slowly giggles and finally a familiar laughter fills the room and he appears. Leaping through a stone archway into the room, he tumbles untill he lands at the feet of the Countess and Louis.

Giggling he looks up from his sitting position at the two and his face splits into a large grin.

A trick, a gift, and fun for me, was it fun for you?

With a leap, he is up and as he speaks, he begins to do cartwheels around the room.

A fine place for spooky fun and tricks galore and such a nice pretty floor.

The Countess and Louis so close and fine, would you like some wyne?

A ghost who likes to play tricks too! Does he ever say boo?

A thorn and a rose, sharp and cute, do you think they would like my prose?

Two lovers entangled, in a sheet so fine, I better not disturb, or I might be wyne!

A quiet one and a silent bird, will they ever speak a word?

He stops as quick as he starts and stands in the archway, peering about, with a mischievious smile on his face.

A new place to explore and different things to see, I can hide, but can you seek?

His laughter echoing through the castle, he takes off running down a hall and slipping around a corner.