Monday, 11 April 2011

Moans of the Night

Lucinde waited for
the stars to fall
again as
shadows cast their
evening blue,
the horizon now
a crimson glow.
There was a ghost,
deep in her closet...
It seemed a friendly one.
Maybe just a face?
Lucinde couldn't quite tell.
And from all the odd places,
why was
the ghost hiding
amongst her clothes?
Waiting for its appearance,
Lucinde wondered
if the face of this ghost was
reaching out
to tell her
And what about the fear?
The fear of the unknown?
Somehow this ghostly face
was all too familiar,
and as Lucinde
looked deep into
the white eyes
of her new comrade,
she saw
She saw

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