~ by Amanda Pizzolatto
Clanging, clanging through the hall,
wearing a chain only she can see;
connecting her to a past the world forgot,
a past she no longer wants to see.
She wanders alone in her selected spot,
looking for someone who will hear
her cries of help, to search for a key,
but everyone always runs away in fear.
She is a human, not a demon,
though demons have been found
to be particularly active in certain places,
and can mimic human sound.
All she wants is to find that key,
to unlock the chains that keep her down;
that keep her tied to this shallow Earth,
these chains hidden in the train of her gown.
Thus she wanders all through the night,
this spectral vision, searching for aid.
Searching for a friend and a prayer,
so that all connections to Earth may fade.