The
Haunt
By Giampi
g-bianch@uniandes.edu.co
Once
there was a darkest night
Bathed
in Selene’s ghostly light
On
which I ventured, torch in hand
to meet with friends of long
ago
Us Chosen
few, we hallowed souls
Did
choose this day, this All Hallows
To
reunite and weave our webs
of merry, song, and mandragore.
My
fancy flew with memories
Of
travel and of victory
Of
evils vanquished yesteryear
that we had never seen before
My
step was light, my breathing quick
My
blood was bubbling, just as thick
As
forms of poets of long ago.
A
voice then clamored: “Is that so?”
The
chilling voice had called to me
From
further than my eyes could see
A
query sent by unseen lips
to puzzle me or bring me forth
I
became a rigid stone
In my
fear I was alone
I
drowned in air while standing there
just hoping it was nothing more.
Quickly
courting Lady Luck
I
turned, befuddled and awestruck
To
find an apparition there
as such that lives in haunted
lore
A
crooked grin, a muted face
A
walking shade, a cursed lace
The
ghost cast not a shadow there
as he then spoke, same as
before.
“How
now, must you go so soon?”
The
specter then began to croon
“I
yearn to be with someone who
can prove to be beyond a bore.”
With
that said, his figure swayed
And in
my mind, a raven played
And
metaphors then danced about
inside my head, first to, then fro.
I
rejected such demands
And
turned to leave the haunted lad
When
icy hands of Boreas
did anchor me and tightly hold
“You
mustn’t leave” sighed he, despairing,
For
my breath and idle daring
Birthed
within him such deep sorrow
as to hold my earthly form.
Physically
I tried protesting
The
lost soul, meanwhile, was caressing
Thoughts
and dreams of those who were
my all, my after and before
Such
delight he had not seen
My
friend, my ally, and my queen
I
stole away, before his hands could
take my spirit any more.
Off
my head, my cap he tore.
Eos
then did come to me
The
moonlight fading gracefully
And
finally I reached my brethren
whom I truly did adore
My
friend, my ally, and my queen
I did
then greet, and as it seems
They
did then notice that I glowed
with weariness and with mental
gore.
They
then did see my ghostly haunt
Who,
somehow, now did nothing want
And
hovered with my cap on top
of whitish locks, combed into
folds
“I
thank you” came a voice so clear
I
could not hope to feel such fear
“For
having me on this night of nights,
I
will now trouble you no more.”
His
figure did then fade away
His
figure gone, my cap there lay
The
happy haunt which mischief made
was now part of the nevermore
My
friends and I, in silent mourning
Paid
respect that very morning
To
the one who held me in the
icy grip of his death throes.
All
Hallows passed, the netherworld
Did
call its vassals, close its doors
And
shut the living out from worlds
where spirit-folk do heave and ho
I
yearn for when the night of nights
Will
come again, so that I might
Share
tales with he who proves to be
much more than just a ghostly
bore.
So
ends my tale; there is no more.