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"The Haunting"

What happened 
was a crime
in more ways 
than one

who can understand 
the mind of a recidivist
twisted, calculating
in this story, there is 
more than one, 

the night 
of a thousand 
cutting knives
the turn of the blades

piercing deep
the heart is blind
under gaslight
and yuletide toasts

black sheep 
and mistletoe
the poison 
delivered 

a hearty slaughter 
in cornered 
solitary confinement
dissolving through the floor

there, 
the smiling courtiers 
succubi and incubi 
enablers enabling

the blood spilt 
like ripe bordeux
on life torn carpet
the stain forever ingrained

there,
the other side, 
avoiding all, 
wearing a star 

like a sheriff
some kind of 
righteous priest
some blue-blood 
royal highness

the shining 
Devil’s Advocate
a harmless friend to all, 
the kindest betrayal
then, 

the murder 
of a profile, 
most noble and 
innocent at best, 

the worst?

the theft of purpose,
a unique love severed,
a kidnapped soul bought 
and manipulated, 
its lineage disenfranchised

thrown to 
covetous acquisition
a crown stolen, 
never worthy worn,

worn wrong 
that slipping halo,
by hungry thief erasing 
its rosy golden tint 

the other’s 
now lacklustre 
fading with its 
footprints 

singular bones
bleached away
never one, but
two lives broken

buried,
hidden away, 
ears and eyes closed
embalmed shut 

to ignorant taunting

hearts eaten 
by marauding monsters 
the bitter constant rain of tears
never goes away

ghosts for the haunting

then, 
one day, 
in that lost place
the Bardo, 

the door closes, 
another opens -
death is now 
a fanciful notion 

this is how 
banshees are borne
wailing warriors 
battling the hardest war 

in most creative ways

not necessary are 
spells or ominous 
potions to eviscerate 
daemons and their bad omens 

to stake claim 
to take back a home stolen
the lighter protagonist departs
the darker shadow moves on 

through the gate 
through boundless barriers 
through the bricked up walls -
witness a will surpassing murder

something different
and darkly beautiful
is now most certainly
evolving from 
blood and water

living tokens 
are taken 
as a bless'ed 
unblessed panacea 

for the suffocating

assuming 
novel identities
transfiguration
is both frightening
and liberating

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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