Haunted

A Poem by Lily

The air grows cold
Darkness settles like
A dark blanket
A comforting lie
It lies in wait
Smiling wearily biding
It’s time
For the time
Your guard goes down
With its petty games
Winds of whispering sprits
Play the dangerous game
Of dancing along
Your skin
Searing at its touch
Like a fire burning
Raging alone and fierce
It burns bright
As if the many who dared come
Alive
If you play the dangerous game
Can you come out alive?
Or will you fail?
If you fail the
Whispering winds will carry away
Your long forgotten name
That was upon the lips
Of every
One
The story
Will be told
Of how once
You dared to
Play the dangerous
Game of the whispered winds
You will lie
Still in the ground
The grave
You made
Of you’re
Choosing
When you lay
In your sleep
That you will never wake from
You will haunt those who
Dare to play the dangerous game
Of the whispered spirits.