Nightly Presence

Once upon a time I saw night like day Having no fear from absence of daylight Sun or moon, I enjoyed both in the same way Loved the coming of stars in the twilight Peaceful became dread like the greatest sin Fearing not the dark but what lurks within Hidden well from sight are those beings that wait Existing between the folds of darkness They are not obvious, made dark like hate They invite the warmth to leave for coldness Truly frightful to meet one yet sublime Creatures of night never seen from daytime Hardly ever felt at night, so beware The shadows held no secrets once before But one dreadful night, I chanced upon it Ghost! Might sound ridiculous I admit Yet it was as real as the moon lit dime Glaring from the desk, like a great comic My hearth skipped a beat for the first time My brain urgently forwarding logic I could not focus on its form on first sight It stood in the gloom capturing no light A presence which started out as a blur Hairs stood on ends at the ghostly figure Stillness became my only objective Confronted by him I could not believe The apparition was there yet not there Seeming to take form within the darkness Seeing through him like glass, he seemed harmless Spirit or ghost I did not know for sure Scared witless as I was I could not say My only thought, how to keep him at bay The specter was then kneeling near my feet We stared at each other for a long time To have seen him almost felt like a crime As if we were never suppose to meet I could make out his figure very clear Sadness filled his eyes, removing my fear It seemed to be pleading, but not with words A Cheever ran along me like a sword Are ghosts unable to make any sound? He seemed ready to howl like a hound Suddenly, a hand rose towards my face This disturbing movement hard not to miss My eyes strained to follow the fathom hand As it swooped towards me, unstoppable Ghosts can’t be stopped; it’s the law of the land To make him gone, I felt incapable I hid under covers for protection Shutting my eyes from this confrontation Uttering in my head, be gone, be gone Until morning light chased away the dread I never saw a ghost ever again My conscience being as heavy as led