A Halloween Tale...
Back from a late night hopping bars
Where, with friends, he had few too many
The last few months, his life’s been empty
Alone in a room, where he rather not be
But now, he sensed a presence in the room
A maleficent spirit, hostile and grim;
The warmth from the fireplace dissipated
As a sinister chill enshrouded him…
Then he heard!
Though his mind says
It’s just noise!
But in the flames
In the fireplace;
Her beautiful face!!
Dread gripped him! Though he misses her
But she’s under the ground, there to remain
Till end of times, when he hopes to spend
Eternity with her, never to part again!
In the flames, it can’t be her he sees!
His fragile mind is playing a trick
Or the alcohol, or the evil one has come
To watch him renounce his faith so quick
He heard her!
Her flowing hair
Like flames dancing
Sad and sorrowful
Like daggers piercing
His unhappy soul…
He sat on a Queen Anne, closed his eyes
But her voice still ringing in his ears
His heart’s racing, and aching for her
His one true love, all of these years
His rational mind knows it’s not her!
And refuses to give in to his desire
To hold her tight and whisper
He loves her; to quench a raging fire!
He screamed quietly
Into the night,
Wishing to be alone
In his grief…
So that finally
He may find relief!
Suddenly, a strong wind came from nowhere
Blew the window open, the curtains it tore
A powerful gust extinguished the flames
And scattered embers on the floor…
The room went dark, save for the moonbeams
A baleful aura in the air; hostile and grim
But lo! There she stood in radiant beauty
As dread and love waged war within him…
And she touched
Both his cheeks
Her hands were icy
With bluish streaks…
He didn’t even hear
His silent scream!!!
The cops came a few days later
For he missed work for over a week
They found him in the Queen Anne chair
Holding her photograph to his cheek
Door was locked but the window open
And ashes scattered on the floor
It was an apparent heart attack
Foul play was ruled out heretofore.
But for anyone with heart and soul
Behind the deed, the Foulest of them all!
© Vic A Evora...
A bit long... But it was needed to tell the story. I hope it is worth reading!
Photo used from Levy Moroshan Photography (Aimee J'adore). No copyright infringement intended.
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