The Haunting
"The Haunting"
What happened
was a crime
in more ways
than one
who can understand
the mind of a recidivist
twisted, calculating
in this story, there is
more than one,
the night
of a thousand
cutting knives
the turn of the blades
piercing deep
the heart is blind
under gaslight
and yuletide toasts
black sheep
and mistletoe
the poison
delivered
a hearty slaughter
in cornered
solitary confinement
dissolving through the floor
there,
the smiling courtiers
succubi and incubi
enablers enabling
the blood spilt
like ripe bordeux
on life torn carpet
the stain forever ingrained
there,
the other side,
avoiding all,
wearing a star
like a sheriff
some kind of
righteous priest
some blue-blood
royal highness
the shining
Devil’s Advocate
a harmless friend to all,
the kindest betrayal
then,
the murder
of a profile,
most noble and
innocent at best,
the worst?
the theft of purpose,
a unique love severed,
a kidnapped soul bought
and manipulated,
its lineage disenfranchised
thrown to
covetous acquisition
a crown stolen,
never worthy worn,
worn wrong
that slipping halo,
by hungry thief erasing
its rosy golden tint
the other’s
now lacklustre
fading with its
footprints
singular bones
bleached away
never one, but
two lives broken
buried,
hidden away,
ears and eyes closed
embalmed shut
to ignorant taunting
hearts eaten
by marauding monsters
the bitter constant rain of tears
never goes away
ghosts for the haunting
then,
one day,
in that lost place
the Bardo,
the door closes,
another opens -
death is now
a fanciful notion
this is how
banshees are borne
wailing warriors
battling the hardest war
in most creative ways
not necessary are
spells or ominous
potions to eviscerate
daemons and their bad omens
to stake claim
to take back a home stolen
the lighter protagonist departs
the darker shadow moves on
through the gate
through boundless barriers
through the bricked up walls -
witness a will surpassing murder
something different
and darkly beautiful
is now most certainly
evolving from
blood and water
living tokens
are taken
as a bless'ed
unblessed panacea
for the suffocating
assuming
novel identities
transfiguration
is both frightening
and liberating
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2023
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