A Tale of Living Ghost

Once there lived a lady

Bonded to no one, pleased by solitary

Built her hut in the wood of dark

With the war of mind she always occupied

She spoke the language of knowledge

Only wisdom she much craved

One night her mind corrupted with madness

Whether demon or God, to her whispered

A spell of magic, which human most feared

A chance to change which had been destined

A game between life and death

Awaken the heart of the dead man’s chest

Played with the rotten corps,

A living ghost arose

A man she loved who once lost

Yet like a dust he could not be touched

So cold his heart felt like blizzard

“Your grace” he finally bowed

As the first word came out of him,

She knew this was not her dream

Pity, they were not and shall never as close as they appeared

The ghost only wandered

Barely spoke

And often gone

His presences made no difference

For so many seasons,

He grant only winter

Brewed a poison to her pitcher

Brought nothing but great lust

The living ghost haunted last