Elisabeth - Poetry

The following poem Elisabeth, inspired by the legend of the Green Lady Ghost (from Connecticut),  was published in Walking Before Dawn and found its way into Whispering Spirits Magazine.

Elisabeth

A lone tombstone

Elisabeth

Alone in the heart of this sanctuary

Are you the one?

The maiden we search for

The Green Lady

The legends vary

Drowned in a swamp

Taken by a scorned lover

Satan's seductress

I am here

Alone

Come to me

Many have seen you walking

Hitchhiking on the lone dirt road

Traveling the downward spiral into the depths of stone

Snap

I take a picture

A beautiful light shines clear

Is that you?

Unveil your vortex

Open my blindness

Let me share your story

Symbols burnt into the earth surround you

Did they succeed?

Summoning you from your slumber

Conjuring your restless spirit

Flirting with an unknown evil

If so, can I enter?

I belong with you

Come to me

Silence

Suddenly I see a figure

Is it you dear?

No

Worse, it is legion

These cloaked figures rise from the ashes

Surrounding me

They want my heart

My soul

My life

They will not succeed

I turn to the lone marker

Your vortex is now visible

I run

Dive into your sanctuary

Everything is clear

My life is full

But, my heart is empty

Time to leave

To Disappear

I no longer fear death

Reality is certain

Fate

Destiny

Time

Can you feel my pain?

The dark ones still surround us

Why do you protect me?

If I survive, will I harbor your secrets?

We will meet again

Soon, the enemies retreat

Escape is possible

I see truth

The tragedy

Thank you

I will share it with the collective

A rainy night

Alone on the porch

Where is he?

Your true love

You venture out, holding hope in your heart

It was that old witch

She had him

There through the wilderness you see her cave

Her lair

You peer inside

You witness that fateful embrace

Bodies entwined

A single tear falls as your heart breaks

Time stands still

Deaths door opens inside the lake

Entering

Satan laughs

The green depths have stained you through the years

Your clothes

Your Skin

But, not your heart

This is your curse

Alone, you walk the road

Searching for answers

An angel to break this spell

Could there be one in the old house

In the witches cave

Anywhere

Let me hold you

Maybe I am the one

I am leaving now

Returning to my world

My domain

My reality

I will miss you

I have to share your story, show these pictures

Proof of your existence

My life lies on a different path

Many lives to touch

Children to mold

I will never forget you

Your lone tombstone

Your vortex

Your touch