Not So Nice To Meet You
She floated to me, just as the moon rose.
A transparent wonder sending shivers through my veins.
Albeit a warm summers eve, icy chills flood me - freeze me.
This sight, it consumes me with fright.
Meanwhile, just after the stars had shown their face,
I saw her face too.
Translucent and calm in wispy form.
Reaching a glass hand to my white fingers.
Darkness has cloaked the night.
And immediately upon this late hour,
she disappeared as if being Summoned.
Whereas, the blood in my body ran cold for some time
For the contest : 'when'
Honorable Mention
Copyright © Emma Buckeridge | Year Posted 2011
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