11 October 2012
Gradually I feel once more,
Bit by tiny bit,
My soul acquires a shape,
Spectral image,
Shimmering,
Solidifying,
Into the living world I trespass,
Needle-like bolts of electricity surge through my newly acquired mass,
Becoming what I once was,
Reminding me of what I had become,
And the reason I come back,
Once a happy little girl,
Smiling and sweet,
Cute as a button from head to feet,
Memories of skipping and running,
Playing,
Being out of breath,
Visions of laughing and joking,
Remembering my life,
And my death.
Now once a year I walk this world,
To seek revenge on those who killed,
To avenge my murder,
To right a wrong,
On All Hallows Eve,
To a place I don't belong.
The Darkness ( Part 3 ) • Opuss № I