by D. J. Poe

Created on: April 22, 2008   Last Updated: September 20, 2008

'twas upon a Summer eve
And everything was still.
I was sitting in my parlor
Writing letters with my quill.

When suddenly a tapping sound
Took me to the door.
I pulled the wooden entrance
To reveal the fog before.

A light shone in the distance
'bove the marsh out by the pond.
Will O' the Wisp, I presumed
But still, I looked beyond.

The light approached the entrance
To my manor without haste.

Marsh gas; no, but human form
Befell upon my face.

Isabel in milky light appeared
Before my eyes.
"My darling, it has been a year,
The love of my sad life."

"Come with me, Gustofeson,
You're needed here no more."
"Isabel, I've stayed in here,
Since death took you, amore."

"But you must come with me," she said,
For other people here;
Fear the noise, the moving quill,
The pain you cause; the fear."

"I do not understand, my darling,
Why you grace my door."
"Look at your feet, Gustofeson,
They do not touch the floor."

My love was right, I moved about,
Without taking a step.
I did not eat, I did not breathe;
My mind was all that's left.

"The psychics summoned me, my love,
To take you to the light."
Her outstretched hand did beckon me
Into the foggy night.

"We died together darling,
But you just stayed behind.
You did not know that life was gone,
Just spirit, caught in time".

"Other people live here, now
And fear keeps them awake."
"You do not sleep, but wonder halls,
Like this was your estate."

"The time has come to leave."
I could not feel our hands entwine.
But I would surely leave with Isabel,
This love of mine

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