Whispers Not Seen
One night I was walking in the woods.
It was blistery and cold.
It was the night the Whisper came,
And this story must be told.
At first I thought it was the wind,
Blowing in the trees.
Then I heard the slightest voice,
Flowing through the breeze.
I felt warm breath around my neck.
Then it crept up to my ear.
The voice I heard was soft and sweet,
But it filled me up with fear.
"My Darling," he crooned sleekly,
It chilled me to the bone,
"Give up your life and submit to me,
And you will never be alone."
I spun around to take a look,
At who spoke these words to me,
But miles of trees and woodland life,
Was all that I could see.
"Where are you?" I yelled in the dark.
Then, "Who are you?" I asked instead.
At first there was a cold, dead silence,
Then this is what he said,
"I am your deepest desires,
To your loved ones you won't reveal.
I am the truth, the honest answer.
I am how you really feel."
"You know nothing." I sneered at him.
"How dare you say it's true.
You have no idea what is in my heart.
What is false and what is true."
His laugh was full of cunning contempt.
"I know that you want more.
You are trapped in a life you hate.
I can make your spirit soar."
Invisible hands grabbed my wrists.
I screamed with all my might.
"I'll have your soul." he said to me.
Well not without a fight.
I ran as fast as I could,
But he threw me to the ground.
I could feel his kiss upon my lips.
I uttered not a sound.
"That's it." he said soothingly.
"Do not fight what you can't win.
Succumb to your wildest dreams,
Then your new life will begin."
I could feel my resolve fading.
Temptation was making me weak.
I was in shock, as I lay there listening,
To the words I began to speak.
"Yes." I sighed breathlessly.
"I want what you can give.
For even though my life is blessed,
This is not the life I want to live."
"You're mine." he croaked with victory.
"You have lost all those in your care."
When I realized what I had done,
I bellowed in despair.
I was still screaming when I was shook awake.
My love promised it wasn't what it seemed.
Then why were there dead leaves in my bed,
If it was just something I had dreamed?