Image Courtesy of Damien du Toit from Cape Town, South Africa
Ghosts of the Disappeared stalk the streets of Death
Screams of silence fill the graveyard of the Abandoned
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Gates creak open with unearthly screams
Come down to the Graveyard
Coffins spill their bone chilling secrets
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All Hallow’s Eve draws near
The battle-worn stone sentries slumber
It lies waiting for the fire in the sky to die
The soft light seduces it’s midnight soul
Golden eyes filled with scorpions wait
It longs to drink the light, to swallow its darkness
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Beware the lost Spirits
Slipping through the open spaces
Tread softly past their places of rest
Do not disturb the Abandoned and the Disappeared
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The gargoyles screech their unbridled glee
The ravens cackle and call
The dragon forged in the fires of molten metal shatters
In its shroud of twisted metal a creature stirs
Deathly grey skin covered in bloody thorns
It lifts its heavy head and opens eye eons shut
Twin black crevices entrance me nearer
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The twin crevices swallow my thoughts
This thing of death twists through my broken mind
Visions of desperate violence assail me
Strange unearthly places not yet forseen
This will be the place where my spirit flees
my place of death
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Twisting its way through my thoughts
Its thorns tangle and tear at my deepest fears
The broken city shrinks into nothingness
The silence that drinks my dreams stalks me
ssshhh
a whisper, a whimper
I stumble blinded into an empty classroom
Abandoned Classroom, Image courtesy of haikyo.org
The whimpering comes from the corner
I claw at my eyes desperate to see
The red mist lifts unveiling him
A boy, emaciated, shrunken yellow skin
He scratches at his gaping mouth, breath wheezing through in a whimper
The basket ball net twists tighter trapping his spirit
Suicide by basketball net (image courtesy of haikyo.org)
The witching hour draws near
The boy grasps desperately for me
His eyes pools of terror waiting to drown me
The anthracite sky parts, moonlight forms a ghostly finger
The rustling of pages makes me turn
A bible lies before me abandoned in the ashes
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“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.”
The creature twists dementedly in my mind
Its thorns tear through my skin in desperation
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Molten fire flows through my being
The creature shrieks until my ears bleed
The pages before me rustle again, I look down
“He will swallow up death in victory;and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the LORD hath spoken it.”
The liquid fire swirling in my being drowns the desperate creature
Its thorns tear an escape through my bleeding eyes
It leaves behind a trail of yellow mist and silence swallows its remaining screams
The veil of red mist lifts from my eyes, the room is filled with luminous moonlight
A small hand slips into my still bloody hand
The boy looks up at me, his eyes now flawless twin sapphires
He pulls me down, then whispers in my ear
“The battle is won
Death is destroyed
Lost spirits are free to rest”
He slips away with one last smile embraced in joy
My head hits the ground before I know I have fallen
A crown of thorns lies next to me
The silence is broken by the sweet singing of Seraphim
I breathe my last breath
It is done.
My spirits dances free of the caging skin and broken bone
I fly free on wings of eagles into the bright new dawn.
The CoffinHop has come to a dead end. But from death comes life and I know that Coffinhop has been a treasure chest of tricks, treats and inspiration.
It has been my honour to share the #CoffinHop with you my readers.
It has been my honour to spend the time prying open the lids of broken coffins of the other coffinhoppers.
A special shout out to Axel Howerton for being our Master Guardian of the #CoffinHop boneyard once more. You Rock Axel! 🙂
Please remember that The #CoffinHop Anthology, Death by Drive-In is now AVAILABLE and 100% of all proceeds go toLitworld in support of Child Literacy. Help a child read. Let that child enrich the world with their stories. Click on the anthology image below for purchase links.
The Prize winner for my “The Abandoned & the Disappeared” contest will be announced on 5th November, 2013.
There are so many amazing entries that it is going to be a close call to call the winner. Thanks you to everyone who entered. Your words awed me. Each and every one.
Steam rises from the barren ground Liquid sand boils in an earthen cauldron Molten fire swims in a deep river The air above the toiling caldron stills Not a bird calls nor do creatures stir,
The waxen earth beats to an ancient drummer’s heartbeat Nature’s choir hums a song of still serenity The winds breathe and tremble a Beethoven sonata,
Air that stirs with a thundering Bassoon Clouds gather and clash with clanging cymbals Curtains drape the air in folds of darkness The stage is luminous in a ballet of ethereal light Ushered in a staccato of falling liquid notes
Twas the night before Christmas and as I lay down in bed I sent out a Christmas prayer. “Christmas Spirits, both ancient and present I plead with you this dark night lit only by the moon. My Christmas wish tonight is not for gifts of gold and silver wrapped trinkets or sweet morsels to fill my mouth. My Christmas wish tonight is not for earthly peace nor endless sunshine and cloudless skies. No, my Christmas wish is a touch, a kiss, a warm embrace, the whisper of my name on breath long disappeared. My Christmas wish is for the living and the spirits to meet once more, even for a few hours. My Christmas wish is to tell those that left me how I loved them and how I missed their presence in my life. My Christmas wish is to hear the sweet tinkling bells of their laughter and to feel the warmth of their smiles. My Christmas wish is to tell them that though their spirits now walk this realm and the next, their love remains alive in my heart. Christmas Spirits, both ancient and present I plead with you this dark night lit only by the moon.” As the moon disappeared behind veiled clouds of deep grey, I fell asleep with trickling rain dripping down my cheek. It was not long and I heard a sound and felt a warm caress dry the rain’s tears from my cheek. A voice bent down to my ear and whispered my name and I heard tinkling laughter coming from all corners of the room. I slowly opened my eyes and looked to see what marvel had appeared in my room under the clouded sky. There in a bed, covered up to the chin by a heavy blanket of death-white, lay a girl with a dried tear on her cheek. Her hair was smooth and dark against the white of the pillow and her lips were bruised as if some kiss had longed to punish them. I heard the tinkling laughter then and looked to my side and behind me. There were ethereal specters there all around the bed of this lost girl. The moon had disappeared but pale light shone through their shadowy forms. I looked back at the girl wondering where I had seen her before. One of these specters looked at me then for the first time and smiled a smile that embraced my soul in warmth and light. The specter’s lips did not move but a low melodious sound came from him like a cello chasing the sound of light in a moonless night: “We heard your Christmas plea little one. You did not ask for earthly peace nor endless sunshine and cloudless skies. You did not ask for gold and silver wrapped trinkets or sweet morsels to fill your mouth. Your Christmas wish was for the living and the spirits to meet once more. So here we come, at your call and as you wished…all the spirits who loved you once and missed you long.” But dear one the living must sacrifice life itself to walk with the spirits…Your sacrifice has been a tender gift for us this Christmas Past.”
Then he stretched out his hand and he touched mine. I trembled in fear at his words and wished to take back my Christmas plea. I had not wished to sacrifice life, what of all those I love this Christmas Present. His hand went right through air and though I could feel his strong grasp, there was no hand to cling to in return. I looked down again at the lost girl lying asleep in eternity and knew that my heart would ache to feel the tears of rain or light of the moon again. No more endless sunshine nor cloudless skies for me. No earthly peace nor gifts of gold and silver. No touch, no kiss, nor embrace, sweet laughter, nor whispers of my name.
These specters were only veils of what had been warm breath and soft laughter, shed tears and sweet memories. The lost girl lay in bed as the clouded sky gave way to the all seeing eye of the morning. All around I could hear carolers singing and in the house far away I could hear mother and father calling out “Merry Christmas.” The lost girl did not stir. Christmas Eve had come and passed taking her with it. I watched the two people I had once known as mom and dad come running in with gifts of gold and silver wrapped trinkets spilling forth from their embrace. I saw the woman collapse to the floor before he could catch her and the sounds that poured forth from both pulled a veil over the sun, their misery was so great.
I knew then, looking at the ugly grief of the couple where I recognised that lost girl. She had been this same specter once before when it breathed, laughed, hoped and loved. I took one last glance at the lost girl and the grieving couple and I bent down and whispered my forgotten name in the woman’s ear. She shivered at the sound of my whisper and glanced wildly around searching for that missing girl I touched the man’s arm but he shook my touch off as if a cruel thing had pierced him.
The specter who had spoken so melodiously before beckoned me once more. The other ethereal forms had drifted off as the moon had been swallowed by the morning. He looked at me once again and his face showed pain so great and so forlorn: “Come child, you are no more. Now you walk the realm with those who have gone before.”
Now I walk this realm and the next longing for a warm touch, a sweet kiss and shared laughter. I visit all the homes of my loved ones each Christmas, silently coming in with the moonlight and leaving with the sun. I am moonlight and stardust, wind and water but ancient spirit I remain.
Heed the wishes you make on Christmas night for twas a wish such as this that took my breath… Heed the living and love the present for the realm of spirits leaves much to be attained…
Heed the Christmas wish that regrets the past, forgetting your gift of Now but love life lest you sacrifice it.
Christmas Spirits, both ancient and present keep your silence, the living seek you out…
Kim Koning 