Shroud of the Ghost Wife Prophecy
The elf prophecy predicted the Shroud of the Ghost Wife would arrive
in the company of a seventeen point buck; a full-fledged stag
It was well known in Outerland, but not so much in the May Forest.
I had not expected it here. Mysticism should have told me better.
An odd moon captured my breath and held me hostage.
As the Shroud of the Ghost Wife came into my vision I tried to scream
But my vocal cords were paralyzed. I was also rendered immobile.
A terrifying feeling; one I hope to never have again.
I did not know if I was about to be snatched up and taken
To the underworld, or transported to Nirvana.
The only thing I knew was that the prophecy was real.
I sat still, awaiting my fate.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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