The reflection was strange
neither human or ghost but something in-between.
The candle flickered
though the air was still
and the night so heavy with darkness it seemed all mortal things had been sucked into the otherworld.
She reached out her hand to the windowpane
to try feel something more substantial than her dreams
yet the figure never moved,
never changed
and it's strange eyes stared out into the very depths of her soul.
Somewhere in her tangled thoughts she knew she should be afraid
but there was no fear
only a strange familiarity,
a deep longing
and a lilting song that played over and over..
Ćine McGarry š
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