The teenager was excited that Monday
heading to her choice of university
tears kisses and hugs from parents
she was of a nerd disposition
thrilled with a thirst for knowledge
history of the occult at college!
Her one desire being a parapsychologist
always had an interest in ghosts
ever since she saw a girl in her bedroom
told mum she said it was a dream
definitely knew it was real being awake
could still feel the headache!
Saw it many times after all over the house
always made her head throb
yet never felt threatened just very sad
was about twelve at the time
from then on heard voices in her mind
the future had been defined!
Kept all this from the family and friends
none of them could understand
glad at last to get away from that house
now nineteen had to find direction
compelled to this historic seat of learning
entering her stomach was churning!
Could not admit she had psychic abilities
early afternoon seemed quiet
surely should be busy on registration day
there was a buzz with crowds
voices bombarded her brain hard to breath
it kept repeating Macbeth!
Reeling then heard movement behind her
a young woman in long robe
silently came over with a chilling smile
hi Sara my names Beth
you have been eagerly expected here
everything will be made clear!
By eye contact she was guided into a room
without hesitation followed
as though it was natural to walk behind
this creepy young stranger
two huge doors seemed to open unaided
with singing was serenaded!
Candles lit the way the atmosphere heavy
hooded figures could be seen
that awareness flooded her profound mind
knew she was out of her depth
as the black-robed figures now surrounded
her petite body terror unbounded!
Now hands were pushing her towards what
soon became clear was an altar
the female slowly with precision turned
you have been chosen to join
our ancient secret coven by careful selection
here under our protection!
As she stood she was stripped and re-dressed
into a dark long red robe
on the altar lay what looked like a teenager
draped in a white gown
found herself standing with a knife in hand
none of this she planned!
Could not stop as the compulsion to kill surged
the knife above raised high
had no control as it plunged she screamed
all went dark then awoke
was now alone outside of this gothic facade
her thoughts no longer strayed!
Her destiny had been foretold this had to be faced
fearful for the ordeal braced!
Eyes watched as she really entered unable to escape!
The Foureyed Poet.
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