She Waits

Her ghost stands, shimmering white and pale, smiling green eyes

Like the last night we were together, never saying our goodbyes

Behind her lurks a shape, foreboding and monstrous in intent

Forbidden thing of nature, evil incarnate, body twisted and bent

Smiling I step forward, devoid of fear, bereft of fright

The beast cries as I stab its eye, payment for that last night
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Published on August 10, 2012 19:36 Tags: neil-leckman, poetry, virtual-cubicle
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