MONT HELENA
I feel the chill bumps on neck arisingAs I slowly climb the mound
Skipping school in search of hauntings...
'Tis one place I won't be found
I place one foot before the other
Dare I enter these haunted doors?
Dare I listen for the pitter patter
Of ghostly feet upon these floors?
I see before me stairwell, looming
Broken steps that draw me on...
As I climb them, fearfully praying
That Helen's Ghost this day is gone...
To my ear comes sound of rocker
With sopranoed voice in quiet song...
My feet no longer know their master
They climb gently, steadily, further on...
I hear the gentle wind a'brushing
Rotting lace against broken sill
I feel the groping hands of darkness
When sweat of fear is lost to chill
I hear my soul in concert singing
Matching melody with voice above...
In eeirie light of stairwell, crooning
Of long dead lover's eternal love.
Drawing constant, ever upward
I follow the chorus of sad refrain
Until I stand before empty rocker
And gaze out dirty window pane
I see the plain of sad plantation
As her voice fades in my ear...
Her whispered words she leaves in parting
"Tell my love I'll meet him here".
Marcus Lewis
6/17/2009
Written in response to UPA Forum challenge: Paranormal.
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