She said follow me into the forest. I heard her, so clear. Even though she, herself, was indistinct and never came too near.
She wavered in the moonlight. I saw her shadowy form. And even though it frightened me, she looked so lost and so forlorn, I followed through the wispy night until the breaking dawn.
She said that she was quite alone, and had been all her life. And while I thought that she was dead, a spectral wavering ghost instead, she whispered of the coolest knife to cut us all from strife.
She promised we’d be free. She beckoned brightly yet to me. I followed her through brush and trees, my breath so smoky by degrees. Her promises were soft and sweet, and if I’d doubt she’d keep her vow, it did not stop me now.
She only comes one night a year, this much is told to all and clear. I thought any moment she’d disappear, so I followed her sweet call. As all around me night would fall, I didn’t care at all.
And now we two upon the road, where stars have died and moons have glowed, call others to the spectral world, a song of innocent lost girls. Only on that special night, our path is clear and very bright, offering secrets and delight, and all these blessings we’ve bestowed.
Helen M Valentina (c ) 2019