by Jane Eliza

Created on: October 31, 2008

Adrift.

What neolythic ghost is this
that wafts from out the cracks
of the catacomb?

Are you Casper
a spirit to befriend,
a Tinkerbell to watch over Wendy?
Or do you look upon
the likes of me as a succulent
morsel
to be consumed by fear?

Your haunting call a bridge
betwixt worlds
the iambus beckons
the unwary.

All Hallow'd Morn is yet
hours away -
return 'neath your slab e'er the night ends
lest your partita turns in on you
and become a pontoon adrift on the ether
leaving the idyll of your neocryptic world
and trapping you
on the dark side of the moon.

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