*authors note - do follow the narrators instructions if you can*

I See You There

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I see you there… sitting…listening to my words,

I must ask you to do something for me, see what I see,

Ill describe the picture before me and you must give it birth,

Piece by piece, your gentle breath giving it the life it deserves,

First it is night fall, and dark clouds all above,

You are standing outside - green grass stretching out ahead,

Blustery winds all around - you feel the sensation on your face,

Not just cool but chilling, numbing and aching second by second,

Do you see all of that? Now I want you to look ahead,

You see them now arching out of the floor, those slabs each angled,

Tombstones stretching out into the distance, the moonlight on them just so,

One in particular stands close only a metre  in front of you,

Can you see how it looks, curved, stoic with the dirt in front?

You can’t seem to read the writing because of what lies in front of the stone,

Now I want you see the most important thing there is,

The creature that floats… floats gently above it all.

Right in front of the tombstone, you can see the young girl,

She floats there bobbing up and down, long beautiful blond hair….

Those golden locks flow gently downwards like a waterfall,

Covering her face as she looks down towards the ground,

Her clothes seem ragged, ripped perhaps, those edges disturbing somehow,

Do you see her now, a metre in front of you waiting in front of that old stone?

See it now, her head moves slowly - upwards, her gaze shifting strangely,

From the floor towards yourself, except her hair continues to cover all,

Then a tilt of the head, a strange movement and you see parts of her face and her eye,

Twisted, grey, dead - so much pain and longing and that stare deep deep…

Deep she creeps into your soul. You feel your breath taken away as she seems to lunge outwards..

Such terrible fear it cuts into your bones, into your flesh and up your spine,

Paralysed, gasping - staring into that dreadful face and that eye….

She looks down once more and you find the strength to step backwards,

Do you see it now, the young blonde girl floating there in front of that tombstone?

Outside on that blustery chilling night, that knife like grass beneath your feet.

She lives inside your head now, she floats there and will not leave -

Not until you decide… her soul to keep.