Ghostly Poetry Eidolon Beneath overhanging pine branches whose needles drape low, My ever-racing heart was strangled by such fear and woe. I saw myself standing upright—and his face did scare; How this well-acquainted phantom caused boundless despair. But the doppelgänger could not have surely been me? Yet its aglow, piercing eyes would never let me be. I fled. I shrieked. And the apparition merely leered; For indeed, my secluded existence it mirrored. I fled again, but the persistent figure followed, And my remaining strands of sanity it swallowed. Then the full moon above turned a deep ruby red; Over us, portentously, crimson rays it shed. Throughout the nightshaded forest, the specter yelled— His unsettling call echoed, scattered, and belled and belled. At length, I cried to him, ‘Why do you haunt me so?’ He thus whispered to me, ‘You are your grimmest foe.’ Return to Ghostly Poetry Next Poem Previous Poem

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