Beautiful spectres
Floating before me, born of
Flesh and blood yet
Made fantastic by the
Roles they play.
A start
Unsure
Time
Patience
Roles take form, like
A mantle settling
A veil drawing over their very nature
Yet combining with that nature
Bringing something more than the two to life.
Literary specters
Shades of principle
Walking beside reality
In invitation
In warning
Changing the spirits in the
Flesh and blood
Held captive under their theatrical spell.
-Zoey Zephyr
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