She feigned surprise, when first he saw her ghost
Though all along, her instinct told her so.
This man above all others, knew her most
They’d share the visions others could not know
With recognition in his eyes, he turned
And waterfalls of pity left his face
“This child should seek the passage he has earned.
Release him; I am here to take his place.
Together we will waltz through Limbo’s halls
Evaporating time that’s laid aside.”
She hissed, then bagatelled against the walls
And borrowed grins, from demons deep inside.
“Replace the child? You shan’t, but join instead.
We three, you’ll see will be a long time dead.”
Sometimes it's best to leave well enough alone. Strange piece, Danny - like a page out of the Twilight Zone. Well done (and adequately creepy) ! Linda :)
Ooh chilling! I love a good old ghost story, this was bound up with much profundity too. Great words Danny. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was either spookily delicious...or delicously spooky? Either way, it made the hair on my neck rise...that KILLER line..'a long time dead? ' One of the best ever!