Believe

“I believe in ghosts,” I said

“I enjoy how they fill me with dread.”

“Ghosts,” you laughed,

“bored memories of a broken past.”

 

“Not mine,” I state, finger lifted in the air,

“I mean spirits rising, swaying through a misty tear.”

“Ah,” you sigh, “you believe this world before the next,

is ours as no more than a test?”

 

“A spectral test!” I cry

“Oh, but should I die,

my answers will be all too dim,

a fear of what lacks deep within,

when truth revealed, weightless on a dusty scale,

a feather sinking ever lower, causing yawning angels pale

 

and tried and weak and all but meek,

fingers pat on heaven’s gate

ba dum ba dum

a stolen sound from final breaths

ba dum ba dum

my final beats played on holy drum

ba dum ba –

 

– but, oh! A boring life,

of lack of sin

How I but laugh and I do grin,

while gates turn in

my feet brought down on marble floors,

as I venture through Lord’s –”

 

“You lie!”

your voice is cold and raw,

all kinship vanished from before

 

A sigh, a laugh, a sneer, a jeer,

as footsteps gather ever near

How does this darkness,

all consume

this sudden confusion

clouding room

once known, once mine,

or so I thought, in other time

 

I pause, I wait, in silence seek

a calmer mind, until I find

your breath soon whisper beside my ear,

your form silhouette of ancient fear,

“You dare deceive of your life crimes,

as death knell marks your final chimes?”

 

At this I fall before your feet,

a demon I pray never meet

“Oh cruel decider of my fate,

I could not dream at heaven’s gate,

I did once stand,

my toes dipped in blessed sand,

fingertips in reach of forgiving hand.

 

Could not you reach and grasp,

as I do for forgotten past,

a sinner yes, believer no,

never guided down which path to go.

 

If god forgives as I have heard,

then surely redemption I deserve

as by a trickster I was lured!”

 

You stand before my destined door,

I kneel and tremble as afore

A hand does grasp as I did beg,

yet upon unholy pastures I soon tread.”

 

 

Hey everyone!

This is my response to The Daily Post’s prompt Believe. It’s weird where a starting line can go, ain’t it? I don’t know what I intended to do with this when I first wrote down “I believe in ghosts” but here we are iiiinnn hellllll! Damnatttiiiooonnn! Ahahah. That’s right! If I’m going I’m dragging you all with me. Sorry, not sorry, and all that. How else am I supposed to sit in a corner creepily while there’s a party going on?

Anyway, I hope this was alright and that someone enjoyed it. You, yes, you there! You enjoyed it right? Right?!

Okay, time to wrap this up. You know how easily I can go on for a ten page ramble.

Thanks for reading!