Weekly Challenge Oct 25-Nov 1
When the veil between dimensions is thinnest...
When the world reaches its own shallow brink
When Time rises a holocaust of itself
When sun fades to evil
Behind the scenes
On such an All Hallows Eve
This tale enchanted begins...
Dark and lean and lovely as a cloud was she
Her beauty enveloped
And wrapped me lightly
A soft cloak of velveteen sin.
She was bright and gentle and she always lent me her light
Though it was dark and grey
I,
a glow worm in her faint starlight, expelling doubts
Like miasma.
She was peace and family
She was silence
Of remembered childhood
She was familiar tombstone
blessing earthly graveyards.
The friend who never spoke much but carried you in her heart
And her love cradled you
All cozy, crazily
Comfortable.
She was the ghastly story you
Would never tell
But seek all your life
Yet only in lewd secretive tales
And regale in steeped
Memories.
Now she half touched me in
dreams.
Now she disappeared...
Left me flaming
A ghost torch
Of kisses from coral
Cobra lips.
So I looked into my mirror
Oh fatal glance
Hoping she would be found
Shrouded
In mists of wistful sighs.
Turn truth inside out and upside
down
Arise in full glory
Of sweet suspended lie.
My dark clouded thoughts held mournful sway
Rain swollen my eyes
barely held briny
Tears at bay.
She smiled and the mirror shone
Brittle silver and blazing bones
kind harmony welling from earnest eyes...
When....
the veils between dimensions were at their thinnest....
My heart rapt
Leapt into her lap
I lay sobbing on the floor and
How I laughed!
Twisting knives in my tormented torso
Her tempest touch
Enveloped me
As her form stepped out through
Thresholds unknown.
Terror turned me
stone
My vision burned
Her chaste visage flawless riches
Towards me turned
Peerless amidst the witches
Dark and stately her brazen trance
My heart prostrate at her command
And she transformed from
The covenant of my trust
Into amorous femme fatale
The tryst with rubicund lust...
The rest...
Look into your mirror
Therein it dwells
Mortality evermore
Shall fail.
But not tomorrow,
Let the day roll by
For tonight and tomorrow
The gargoyles sigh.
Thus ends my tale on
All Hallows Eve
The lurid ending of
My highest romance
That brought me in
A lead casket
floating upon a
Dead Sea of grief.
on another night
Perhaps I would've withstood
But not when ravenous
Hags and scavengers seared
The phantom woods
In search of souls thus
Forever soiled
Who dared to relieve
Joys of mortal past
And were unutterably
Spoiled.
Death took me that night
Like nothing could
I died in her arms
As many men
gladly would
Became two deathless eyes
Swollen in the parched night sky.
Listen ye to the
Owl...
Twoo whit twoo
Listen well
For his most hard earned wisdom
Too fetid and foul.
.....And nevermore dare gaze
Upon reflections of your soul
In mirror's crystal clear bowl
Never ever on Halloween
For it's your soul
Sprites need to win.
(c) Amrita Valan 2015
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