When the shadows of the night
Come floating 'round my open door,
I ofttimes think of the departed,
Those who have gone to the other shore.

When the sound of rustling robes
Falls gently on my ear;
And light comes streaming through the darkness,
Down from the celestial atmosphere.

Then the voices of the night
Mingle with the flow of time,
In a sort of solemn cadence,
Like the ghastly mariner's rhyme.

- John Preston Canpell (complete text)

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I'm back. Having spent five exciting days in Leipzig on the Wave-Gotik-Treffen, I'm still a little bit exhausted from all the dancing and drinking but the good news is that it also offered a lot of suitable subjects for my camera.
This one I shot at one of the festival's parties that took place in the Moritzbastei, an old now restored medieval fortification. I think it captures the atmosphere quite well.