As evening set and obsidian blazed,
The ghastly terrors that have me fazed,
Dictated the cricket’s mortal realm.
I wandered the jaded forlorn woods,
Where imps and faeries spread falsehoods.
As I wandered, I squandered away,
“It’s just my eyes playing tricks on me.
Leaves rustling in the wind,” I guarantee.
Of this I was sure, couldn’t be anything more.
Loneliness brought me to this neck of the world,
Isolation sought me in this wreck of a world.
My heart and soul mended not long ago,
But stolen and broken still hollowed,
Still aging, unspoken, how it wallowed.
Oh what I endured, oh what I endure!
“Why? Why heaven or hell?” My soul cries out.
Answers I seek led me here without a doubt.
Why she did leave, of that I’ll conceive.
Hours passed as I wandered astray,
Civilisation and company nowhere in this fray,
Just devils and sprites.
“These supernatural wights are all in my mind.
Just fabrications, aberrations,” of this I’m opined,
But sure was being followed out of sight.
I thought to myself these are fireflies and fox,
Dancing in the trees on this day of equinox.
Buzzards is all, and creatures so small.
Besudden during my existential journey,
A voice startling me, spoke at first softly.
“You who wanders melancholic man,
I know why you’ve come, what you seek,”
The voice grew louder, grew into a shriek,
Piercing my every fibre, settling in like a wound.
Agony beset me for all but a while,
As the voice beseeched, “Stand the test of my trial.”
This was unforeseen, what does it mean?
As quick as it came, soon it was drowned,
By the humming of silence all around,
And I stood from my anguish once composed.
“Am I mad?” I thought, “Am I insane?
Or is this some trick from the arcane?”
I felt something nefarious tingle down my spine.
Gathering what little courage I had left,
I brushed through the trees with great deft,
Urgency filled me to depart, so I hurried, hurried quick smart.
Suddenly I found myself in a small clearing,
Where a ghostly figure began appearing,
In front of my eyes, I couldn’t believe it.
The ghostly mist twist and stirred,
Until the fully formed figure occured.
A translucent woman that I know,
The one who left me long ago.
“Embrace me my love, never let me go.
That forlorn man I was is just a shadow.”
Surely now, some trick of the dark,
That are causing these visions so stark,
Of this I was sure, couldn’t be anything more.
And yet I wandered slowly toward,
As if I were just a pawn on a chessboard,
The crimson-haired maiden I had lost.
From henceforth I never let go, held her tight,
Knew I’d failed the trial from the blight.
I’d never again see the sun,
But with her in my arms I knew I had won.
#Poetry #Fantasy #Surreal #Love #Isolation
Introspective Poetry 