This year vssGhostTales is releasing a prompt every week for 2023 and in my infinite wisdom, I have started a poem. Each week, I’ll add a new verse based on the prompt word that carries on the story. Will I manage to keep this going for 52 weeks, will I remember each week? Only time will tell…
Every few generations the veil becomes dust.
Spirits move through and walk among us.
One particular spectre did refuse to return
So gather in close and of him you will learn
Caution however, if you feel shifts in the air
Don’t turn around as you might find him there
As day turns to night he travels the halls
Like a #banshee he wails making skin crawl
Those who reside in his eternal tomb
Never can enter that one #accursed room
Where the temperature drops and visions abound
In the corner he stands grinning and proud
Few he has managed to entice within
He preys on those pure without sin
Their minds he does tarnish with #wicked ideas
No freedom for them when his voice they hear
Only one did escape, set to cast evil aside
The #bones he searched for both far and wide
Try as he might, the source remained lost
He knew he must find it no matter the cost
Every shadow he checked in waning light
Phantom horrors he saw ever haunting his sight
To the house, he realised he had to return
If secrets of the spectre he was to learn
As he entered the house, the ghost did wake
The windows rattled and the walls did shake
Fear began #crawling up the man’s spine
Before his ears registered the unholy whine
The torch he gripped tighter, iron rod he raised
Praying this was not where he ended his days
He began searching each room in turn
No clue was left, there was much here to learn
Papers and photos adorning the shelves
A couple’s #romance, into their life he delved
The man in the photo, was it his soul that lurked?
What fate befell them and the house he cursed?
As he touched the photo, he did hear a #shriek
It pierced his soul, made his legs weak
From the depths he felt others awake
More spirits arose after the unnatural quake
Led by the spectre, they soon filled the place
He hefted his rod, ready for evil he’d face
Like gusts of wind, around him they swirled
Each a soul severed from this world
He could feel each one’s desire to leave
To earn their release, the spectre’d made them #believe
A replacement first they had to find
And to the house they would bind
To distant corners the ghosts did depart
The spectre hid in the house’s #ethereal heart
Each ghost he would have to defeat
He summoned his strength for all he would meet
Each victory a #catalyst for evil’s demise
Or his soul the house would claim as a prize
As he started to move to the next room
The light dimmed + filled with such gloom
Yet through the dark, piercing eyes did glow
The first creature arisen to strike the first blow.
A second spirit nearby he could sense
But this one had quite a different intent
Lexikon 
52 weeks of poetry is an extremely tall order, you have, however, made an inspiring start 👍
One hopes that the prompt words will allow the flow of this to build to an ending that keeps us right on the edge of terrified curiosity until your work is done 🫣👻
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