~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 14) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Beating retreat, flaming less bolder,
Dampened ash, smoking smoulder,
Wisps and whirls and hoary purls,
Swirled about the figure curling.
A furtive glimpse quickly stolen,
This flaring fiend from fire woven,
Feathers furled, glistered golden,
Rippled as if molten motion.
Twas spectral without solidity.
An entity with lucidity,
A translucent vision, an apparition,
An ethereal being beyond description.
It stood or floated, perhaps it hovered,
Black in body, face covered –
A formless shape in cloak or cape,
Shifting, drifting in the breeze.
Tho’ briefly seen thro’ fire’s sheen –
Beyond a screen of rising thermal,
I had no doubt what looked out,
Nothing less than paranormal.
Compelled to gawp, gape and gaze,
Across the sand thro’ dying blaze,
I watched the spectre turn its head,
In my direction its leer was led.
I knew it saw me, I felt its glare:
Stabbing with its piercing stare,
Seized by eyes that were not there,
I was entrapped, ensnarled, ensnared.
Fervid fear in my stomach pit,
Bit with bile, dried my spit,
Ill at ease without my wits,
I hunkered down ‘neath rock parapet.
I shot quick glance across the bay:
A place of refuge to make my way,
But alas! Only towering cliffs of grey,
Surrounded the cove ascending away.
Stalled and stilled, static, inert,
Fingers raked through dampened dirt –
In hope of bough or sturdy staff,
Something solid to defend myself.
Yet barren about me upon the sand,
No robust tool came to hand,
Frantic was I when in my sight,
Came creeping tendrils of waxen light.
These pallid blooms probing gloom,
Opaque at first grew brighter,
Until in fact ‘tween every crack,
Shone shafts of light ever whiter.
Where umbra hid behind my boulder,
Soon bathed in light, blazing bolder –
Darkness illumed, shade consumed,
My shadow set in silhouette.
So sudden before me towering tall,
The spectral form of this faceless ghoul,
Stood staring down upon my crown,
As fear further fed my dread.
But yet, I sensed no menace or malevolence,
No prevalence of maleficence,
Instead a palpable benevolence –
A quality of graceful elegance.
~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 13) precedes this post. Part 15 to follow shortly ~