Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #4

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 Wraith, whether ghost or nightmare…a

Ravaged horror; apparition dressed in tattered

Gown, trailing train of…yes…ebon-ash, smoke.

She wore mask of fear, fine etching traced

Across her face formidable…but, for what reason

Did she intimidate me?  An atmospheric anomaly.

What dire straits was she escaping from

Or to, that brought her lost or found into my

Sleep, night after murky blue-wafted night…

Waking me, requesting one more review?

Her garment rustled, ruffled as she whirled

(A midnight dreaming dervish?)…how could

Mind rest, though wearied so alert?

Perhaps she was metamorphosis…of child

I once was, might have been… Alas, no

Narcotic’s induced deception, this spectral

Grave shadow my reality…lurking, ever lurking

Whispery-pacing heart’s moonless halls.

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