The Trapped Soul Part 2 Poem by Marilyn Shepperson

At first the spirit naturally refused
But the sorcerer knew many torments
To inflict upon the revenant
The least being believable visions of Hell
Though this existence was becoming Hell on Earth
Therefore the soul became a chain rattling spectre
Wandering down the halls and through the rooms
Hating every moment; despair eventually
Making him the best wraith, the sorcerer had
For he had many such trapped within those walls
Then near Christmas one year, a young girl came
To work in the kitchen, as assistant cook
She was not afraid of all the apparitions
That drifted in and out, bemoaning their lot
Now our lost soul found himself
Strangely drawn towards this girl
And one day, when she was alone
Softly called to her, introduced himself
From then on, the spirit was not so lonely
In the course of their daily conversations
He discovered, oh joy of joys,
That she was his many times removed great
Grand-daughter; on the wrong side of the blanket, though
It's true, but to the soul that didn't matter
And though frightened of the sorcerer
She agreed, if it were possible, to help him escape.