The Ghost Mime
Part of my "You, Humans" Series
A Mime, in Woods by night, misplaced,
His steps in twilight's chill retraced.
Lost he treads on hallowed Ground,
Where silent Specters swirl around.
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On All Hallows' Eve, the Ghosts arise,
Watch him with their spectral Eyes.
He paints his sorrow, in pantomime,
His art, unloved, in his Lifetime.
~~~
His movements, smooth as haunted Breeze,
Captivate the Ghosts with ease.
His silent Act, in Graveyard's mist,
Stirs Spirits long in slumber kissed.
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The Ghosts, they cheer, they love, they see,
Invite him to their Eternity.
A Mime in life, in Death, a Star,
Only his Ball found, near and far.
~~~
In the morning Light's soft gleam,
He's but a vanishing Halloween Dream.
About the Creator
Iris Obscura
Artist and writer. Unless observed up close for extended periods and with the right tools, looks perfectly human.
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