The Ghoul

Her idle dreams roam far

Sometimes adherent to the shadow on the porch,

Sometimes lurching for the ravenous escapades of the setting Sun,

A demiurge of her own song she believed them to be

The dreams were a song that was meant to, be and not to be.

Her face endowed the aspects of youth,

Of radiant glow and flushed cheeks with freckles o’er her brow,

Yet the dappling sunlight would seldom leave the practice of hide and seek

As she walked past the shadows to tease the light

Her walk was humble, yet of fervid strides

Sometimes the ocean gazed at her

Sometimes she would fall coy

Sometimes she would hold her breath and hum into the night

With blithe carousal she met her self

Amidst long walks, and swifter breeze

Her denial of the worldly affairs declined

With every step she left in the sand for the waters to lunge at

Sometimes to tinker her mind and

Often to make her realize that where she lived, she was needed to be

With her devastated heart and nerve-wrenching sighs,

Perfectly masked under the soft curl of her lips

And her shallow smile

Guarding the juvenile glint of familiarity in her eyes