I woke from my dream with brandished eyes.
At the foot of my bed was a spirit in guise.
He loomed over head, what a spectral site,
As he reached for my neck with a terrible spite.
He gripped my throat tightly and began to squeeze,
And just for a moment I felt my heart freeze.
His astral hate was too much to bear,
But I was bound by his mystical stare.
Uttering words I could not describe,
This antique language gave a terrible vibe.
Finally freed from the clutch of the ghost,
My heart was quite calm, unsettled at most.
Completely confused as he evanesced,
I knew that I must have been possessed.
He came and went as though he’d rehearsed,
And my only theory was that I’d been cursed.
Though no sign existed to prove me right,
I could feel that my future was filled with blight.
To continue to live would not be wise,
So I lifted the body I’d come to despise.
I grabbed a rope and tied it loose.
Then hung it from a tree to make my nuse.
I brought out a stool and stepped atop,
And I looked around for a reason to stop.
No such reason was presented to me,
So I crouched just a little and lept from that tree.
My body came down with a powerful snap!
For my neck, the nuse was the tightest trap.
I bid my body a loving farewell
While my spirit left the corporeal shell.
Drifting free on a silver line,
I found myself wrapped within the divine.
My spirit could go no further for I had reached the end.
All that ever was in life had only been pretend.
I learned the secrets of ages old,
And now it was my turn join the world of gold.
(c) 2013 by Willabee Nightly under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0