The Empress Hotel Ghosts walk up and down the halls of the Empress Hotel weeping for their long lost lovers. The stars sing sad and lonely songs in the night as the wind wraps around me like an icy blanket while I sit staring out my open window wondering what strange things are occurring in these dark early morning hours. Trannies, speed freaks, prostitutes, and the mentally insane wander these streets, as their souls scream for the light to come and save them. I lay down on my bed, close my eyes and wait for the light to come and save my soul too. ~ Composed by Tim Page Back to Banshee's Quill Home