What Haunts Me the Most

Grey scales paint the eerie atmosphere realistic fiction portrayed in my docile mind I find myself atop the highest part of a crumbling castle The spectral fog settles revealing her secrets Draped in a vivid dress of baby blue lined with daisies She stares out of the shattered stained glass window into the firebreathers abyss Volts shred my veins as she sways and faces me Rivers of ruby red flow from shoulder to fingertips glistening in the moonlight as they raged on Silver streams of tears glide down her cheeks which hold a pale rosy hue Still gripping the lightning struck sand still dripping with fresh depression She manages a sorrowful smile that screams, “help me…” But I cannot for I am chained and can’t move Emotionally she whispers I love you baby Giving into gravity she embraces the wind I awake