Ghostly Revenge - Day 2 of Word Vomit....

It is amazing how after 5 long years of no poetry, I have managed to throw together some words that have stirred something in my imagination. 

My Elsewhere... after half a decade.... has sprung back to life... 

I am telling you... the damn show I went to the other day did something to me!!!! 

Anyways.... here is some blah blah from J.C.'s mind for tonight... 

Something wicked is blowing in on the wind.

She is all things magic, and all things made from darkness.

She speaks with a whisper and moves with grace.

But lacerations and scars decorate her face.

Her skin is cream white with hair as dark as ebony old.

…dark eyes burning with a flame…blood as red as ruby gold.

Like a misty ghost that is just out of reach, who yearns to be pulled out of that realm.

 

It is all just a beautiful revenge.

Innocence destroyed.

Youth turned to ash.

Beauty betrayed in flames from the past.

 

She wants to hurt those who have hurt her.

She wants to spill the blood of those of who have wronged her.

That beautiful, sweet revenge.

She longs for release.

She longs for freedom.

But fate would not allow.

Yet she would not be denied.

 

Just a beautiful revenge.

Now you must let her sleep…

For the ghostly figure that she is isn’t something that you should stir.

That betrayal is the worst when the knife slices through your soul.

Unforgiving…. A wound that never heals.

 

Maybe that is why she is such a Phantasm.

Holding on until another spell can be cast, 

-J. C.