~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 15) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Neither less diminished, nor less bright
The colour of the tendril’d light,
No longer glared ferocious white, but
Flared instead deep purple.
Twas if that lustre, an energetic flow,
Shone from within, an auric glow,
For this spirit, this spectre, this visitant,
Illumed at its core was scintillant.
So close to me I could sense,
Its halcyon sway, its resonance:
Calm, serene, with manner mild, yet,
Beneath its façade, something wild.
A quality hidden, I could not fathom,
An enigmatic edge to this balmy phantom,
Twas more perception than certainty, but,
Beyond all doubt ambiguity.
Coiled, expectant, upon wet sand,
My head raised, tho’ I didn’t stand,
Eager was I to understand,
To figure-out what was at hand.
Whatever it was or wanted with me,
It posed no threat immediately,
For had it intended hostility,
Why delay swift victory?
I watched and waited, hesitated,
Ill at ease and agitated, but,
Not disquieted or prone to ruffle,
This eidolon meant me no trouble.
I lifted my eyes towards night skies,
Gazed upwards at the being,
To my surprise ‘neath hooded guise,
A face was now appearing!
Indeed this spectre was solidifying –
Fleshing out with skin and bone,
A man it was, aged, well-weathered,
Long beard of pearl-grey tone!
Upon his face inscribed ink-blue,
Signs and seals, arcane tattoos,
Those I saw inspired the notion:
Symbols for wind, time and motion.
Mere moments later he was complete:
Manifest from head to feet,
Clothed and cloaked in drapery,
He exuded an air of mystery.
Wide-eyed was I, surprised, aghast,
An apparition in flesh recast! But,
What was this inexplicable sorcery,
This mesmerism in front of me?
Fully formed he took one stride,
Closer still until beside –
Beside the side of my right-hand side,
Then reached to touch my shoulder.
As reflex reaction to his action,
I blenched and flinched away,
Yet neither my shiver nor my quiver,
Dislodged his hand where it lay.
Without hiss, or cackle, or ghostly rattle,
Without menace to excite my fear,
Words I heard whispering,
In tones soft, deep and clear.
~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 14) precedes this post. Part 16 to follow shortly ~