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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Dark-heaving . . . boundless, endless, and sublime . . ." Lord Byron 1788-1824 _____________________ I am the wordsmith, guide and editor of this narrative, this epic chronicle and story of abysmal dream love; my fingers are ink-stained and worn from writing, this account of my journey is both tragic and dreadful; it is a ghost story both poetic and darkly painful. I awoke one night to find a gossamer shape watching, it was vague, misty and hovered vapor-like; the form soon became a phantasmal beautiful man, ethereal and cloud-born, unworldly and spiritual; he floated about my bed whispering my name endlessly. His face was noble with a smile dazzling, fathomless eyes made me feel so calm and wanted; when he reached for me I felt glorious and filled with love, his touch was sublime and he whispered I was his; at that moment- I was whirling into darkness. I gasped and realized his skin was corpse-like cold, oh, was he the spirit of a dead man- an apparition; a ghostly shadow come the take me to some deathly destination, but when the specter spoke it was like a warm wave; washing over my soul and I found my arms embracing him. All night I lay in his celestial strong arms kissing his lips, it felt both heavenly and decaying and I had to escape; I had to leave this divine desire- and this beautiful man, so with all my strength I pushed, pushed him away; and his arms became threadlike reaching out for me, reaching. I woke in the morning in my bed with sun shining brightly, but my blankets and feet were grave stained with mud; and I fell back weeping for this love boundless, and endless. ______________________________ May 14, 2019 Poetry/Narrative/I Am The Wordsmith, Guide and Editor Copyright Protected, ID 19-1144-258-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Epic Ethereal Editor sponsor, William Kekaula Second Place ___________________________________ Submitted to FGI Blog Series 20 - Epic Brian Strand Podium Place 1
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