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In every boom, holds such beautiful power
The broken blinds lay haphazardly drawn
Broken rays symbolising it’s almost dawn
Fog creates such mystique in the air
And in the mist particles, is that the shining of hair?
Is that the faint outline of a pale white corset?
I turn away, but I cannot forget
The hair is raised on the back of my neck
As I feel lips brush my cheek in a chilling peck
I feel eyes boring themselves deep into mine
But when I turn, startled, around, there’s still nothing to find
A faint quiver in the wind, and a whisper from the long forgotten
‘My essence remains, even whilst my bones lay rotten’
I’m shaking, too scared to run, too scared to stay
Quickly, begging, I start to pray
I open my eyes, with the start of a new day
In the first rays of sun, I see her quite clear
A woman in white, blonde hair, shedding a single tear
But now she is gone,
And my memory is all the evidence that she was ever here
Till the morrows night, when she will return
And here I will sit trying to discern
For I know that from her I have a lesson to learn
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The Ghost

Contributed by damian on Thursday, 20th September 2012 @ 05:18:08 PM in AEST
Topic: mystical



The grandfather clock chimes for the midnight hour
In every boom, holds such beautiful power
The broken blinds lay haphazardly drawn
Broken rays symbolising it’s almost dawn
Fog creates such mystique in the air
And in the mist particles, is that the shining of hair?
Is that the faint outline of a pale white corset?
I turn away, but I cannot forget
The hair is raised on the back of my neck
As I feel lips brush my cheek in a chilling peck
I feel eyes boring themselves deep into mine
But when I turn, startled, around, there’s still nothing to find
A faint quiver in the wind, and a whisper from the long forgotten
‘My essence remains, even whilst my bones lay rotten’
I’m shaking, too scared to run, too scared to stay
Quickly, begging, I start to pray
I open my eyes, with the start of a new day
In the first rays of sun, I see her quite clear
A woman in white, blonde hair, shedding a single tear
But now she is gone,
And my memory is all the evidence that she was ever here
Till the morrows night, when she will return
And here I will sit trying to discern
For I know that from her I have a lesson to learn




Copyright © damian ... [ 2012-09-20 17:18:08]
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Re: The Ghost (User Rating: 1 )
by JimKoz on Tuesday, 10th December 2013 @ 11:32:50 PM AEST
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This is amazing! My favorite lines- "A faint quiver in the wind, and a whisper from the long forgotten ‘My essence remains, even whilst my bones lay rotten’" Chills.




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