by Midieval Fantasy

Created on: December 23, 2009

<The Ghost of Emily Malone>

Part I

The night, oh so gently, kissed me on my face

From the light of the sun I have fallen from grace

I hearken up to the blue moon alive

Which allows me to live, allows me to thrive

And the best night ever, that I have had at all

Came just last night, in the middle of fall

I was sitting secluded by a gravestone half clean

The mist around it an embrace, cool and serene.

I looked to the name that it did represent

To see with whom my night would be spent

Engraved upon the cold black stone

Read the name : Emily Malone

I bid her hello and sat down to read

About woeful suffering and human’s greed.

A feeling of sadness crept into my heart

As if from this world I had wanted to part

A wolf howled in the distance, eerily sweet

I then heard a sound that swept me off of my seat

A voice calling softly, whispering shrill :

“You will join me someday, you will, you will.”

___

I looked all around me seeking the source

For that distant being whose voice was hoarse

Yet not one living soul could be found

So I set back among the plush grassy ground

I opened my book and turned it to Longfellow

The Day Is Done felt wistfully mellow

As I closed the leather binding a sight caught my eye

A movement of shadow I tried to deny

Yet nothing stirred not even the wind

I was just being jumpy, no need to defend

I looked again at the grave that sat so alone

And read the name : Emily Malone

I wondered then how she had passed

And just when that breath had been her last

Wiping away the dirt and grime

I read her death was seventeen ninety-nine

Once again the voice it came

It spoke with a vengeance, crying my name

It cried and screamed while whispering still :

“You will join me someday, you will, you will.”

___

Then in a view what did behold

A gothic beauty worth more than gold

She came to my side, her icy hand on my cheek

Then she kissed me, leaving me weak.

Her smile was desolate, her eyes full of sorrow

She took my hand and bid me to follow

No will had I to resist her mute plea

I let this ghost have control over me

I studied her features, attire and such

She looked quite ancient, and cold to the touch

And suddenly it struck me with whom I did roam

I was with she : Emily Malone

No ounce of fear for my life did I know

She was the nourishment I needed to grow

I wanted to know her and love her in strife

And make her my adored dark gothic wife

With her I walked among the tombs

Stopping where the nightshade blooms

Then

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