~The Fool's Muse~ |
The Ghost's Call
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Men with guns surround our loved ones... there is a rebellion, a battle... our army surrounds theirs. We rush to the rescue, and bullets ring out. We are too late. It is a month later. I'm in a car-port, at night. My friend walks by me to get to his car parked accross the road. Feeling the call around me as we walk. I fall to my knees, crying, and let the ghost in. She cries for those she loved, she cries and I cry too, for in that moment I'm not me anymore, I'm someone who died, someone who loved those she left behind so much that she couldn't rest... couldn't rest. My friend is startled, and doesn't quite comprehend. He staggers wildly backwards towards his car. I am myself again, stepping back towards the house, when I feel the strange blue-black heat of a ghostly call again. I'm not afraid. I open my mind to these spirits, I want to let them take me. A flooding sense goes through me, my feet stretch up onto tip-toes, and then... pulled up by the air itself, floating, and then flying, swooping over the ground. And then my mind, the sensible side, cries that it cannot be real. My feet slowly touch the ground again. I collapse. Everything goes black. |
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