Poetry Contest Entry

The Haunted Cliff

~By Paradox

High Stands the cliff, loud screams the girl
Pushed from the height, ripped from this world.
Past are the days when the cry was first heard,
Screams from the mist, death of the girl.
Lovers in quarrel, he pushed her in spite,
Long fell the girl, on that terrible night.
Weary is she, of roaming the cliff,
Looking for peace, fighting death's grip.
I've spoken to some, who knew her in life
They say she was fair, in spirit and sight.
Believe them I do, for I too have seen
The phantom who roams, a girl in a dream.
I saw her just once, and that was tonight,
But changed now am I, from that wonderful sight.
Hair like the grasslands, face like the sun,
Moonlight for pupils, I wanted to run.
Unready was I, thus found she a slave
A mortal in love, with a ghost from the grave.
But closer she drew, still closer she came,
flowing in beauty, and calling my name.
Where once there was one, now there are two
I am her champion, caught from my view.
Now I must warn, of walking at night,
For ready is she, to call forth her knight.
And I will defend her, with my living breath,
I love her in life, I would join her in death.
I live for her wanderings, and thrive on her gaze,
a mortal in love, with a ghost from the grave.
Now often I come, and walk with my Queen,
the phantom who roams, a girl in a dream.

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