I unearth the perished corpse,
Underneath this moonlit sky.
To watch the spirit emerge,
Of a being long gone by.
I whisper a bewitching spell,
To hinder its liberation.
But it flies away, mocking me,
As I question my vain action.
Why bring it back? I ask,
Knowing the answer well.
To be haunted, to haunt.
Afraid to suffer a farewell.
I run after it, possessed.
Aware that misery awaits.
I follow it across the cemetery,
Into darkness, through the gates.
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4 thoughts:
Am curious what you inspiration was..
To me, it seemed like a girl's heart inside out, ghost being some private memory from the past that left an indelible mark.
I'd like to say I was inspired by Harry Potter and Sirius Blacks' relationship. How Harry can still hear him past his death, past a flimsy curtain, where all the dead wizard souls float.
I miss reading those books! :P
It made me think that we often hold onto memories/people, just because we can never fully convince ourselves to say goodbye. It helped me relate a childrens' fantasy story to a lesson in real life.
It could be a girl's heart w/ an indelible mark, as you beautifully put it. Or, it could be a lost friendship, and an attempt to salvage the remains. Or, it could even be something as an old toy that can give rise to a flood of memories. To each, his own. :)
very very very very far-fetched relation :)
btw... new colors are just perfect !
haha, well, it IS related, nevertheless.
and thanks! :) i figured it was time for a change.
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