Spellbound By a Specter
Each night my dreams have become a host
as darkness welcomes a drifting silhouette.
Dancing in candlelight, I see a spectral ghost.
In slumber, I hear him whisper. Is it a threat?
Frightened, I tremble, trying not to provoke.
My gown is now drenched with cold sweat.
From within shadows, the apparition spoke,
"Do not fear me, for I could not do you harm."
Each night, this was the moment when I woke.
But I'm still dreaming and take his offered arm.
We waltz in the glow of starlight until sunrise,
and I am spellbound by his wit and virile charm.
A phantom of mystery, but I can't see his eyes
as he holds me close in the pale light of morn.
His visage intrigues me, cloaked in dark disguise.
I woke to sounding chimes and I could have sworn
there lingered the scent of wood sage he had worn.
July 30, 2022 ~ Five Stanza Terza Rima Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2022
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