Anita

Into the tunnel we went In search of danger, black deeds and terrifying mystery Armed as the Romans for this ghastly adventure With EMF*, night vision and digital recorders Prepared to capture in these haunting sepulchers Disembodied voices, and hair raising caresses. Dust Crumbling rock, spider webs “Aaaaamyyy,” her voice whispered to me Batteries dying Her energy rising Cold it was- freezing “I want to know you”, I told this ethereal little girl “Tell me your story.” I asked softly, Abashed. Charged. The atmosphere changed from a place Deep, dark, eerie To a warm sunny day I saw her swinging from a tire hung on a tree Happy, golden curls flying as she weaved to and fro Laughing as a little imp- a true fairy Then she showed me her dismay I followed what she showed me In terror and pure agony A man, tall and tenebrous stood behind her An axe in his hand Blood- crimson dripping from it’s fierce edge She never saw him Her head rolled as he laughed- jubilant from this carnage he wrought To Anita and her whole family Her seraphic face froze in a scream that never came Anita was stuck, in this place between the worlds Confused, searching… “Anita”, I told her in a rage of the dark, ominous man who pillaged her chaste soul- “Go Sweetheart, he is gone. Do not be afraid anymore. He cannot hurt you!” Waiting…the biting chill returned My EMF read astonishingly high… Still I waited “Ohhhhh, it is so bright!” Anita sighed. Waiting… My EMF began fading Anita’s rage, anger and confusion began to abate. Slowly, a mist appeared Upward it floated, in it I saw her face Smiling, peaceful, serene- She had finally found her way home.