Haunted, Scary Tale,

Her heart was pounding, throat dry, on the stage she stood, wearing a huge black robe, with a cloak, covering her head, and hiding her hauntingly pretty face……….. she took a few small steps and reached at the center , in front of an audience of monsters …………….

The beasts were getting wild, crazy, cheering, hooting, howling, growling ………….. waiting, for her ………….. to perform the final act……….

How did she end up there? She tried to remember and closed her eyes tightly, to recall, her journey, every minute detail of the path she traveled …….. only to reach there?? To be tested, judged, ridiculed ……………… she swallowed her tears, and had a flashing memory from the past …….

It was light, the warm glow of faith, hope and trust, surrounding her pristine soul, more than centuries ago, she was created with love, wrapped in a warm and soft cocoon, made with admiration, adoration, and adorned with pearls of wisdom, with a heart of gold, and nerves of steel……………

She was given the dagger of truth, to fight with the demons ………… and to protect her from all the vices, she was placed in an ivory tower, on a pedestal of intellect………….. where she waited, and waited for her turn to go on earth, and find the answers ………….…………. To seek and speak the TRUTH.

The mob watching her execution was getting impatient, they shouted, screamed, with hungry tongues sticking out of their ugly, disgusting mouths,  they drooled ……….. with bulging eyes,   eagerly wanting to see …………. The striptease of her soul ………………. They clapped…………………

She remembered the somber, moonless, autumn night, when she stepped down and reached, in the arms of a mother, most beautiful of all, and under the care of a proud, protective father.  She was received with joy, her mother kissed her forehead and forgot, every pain, every grief, the little angel completed her, she hugged her close and prayed for her bright future.

They named her silver, and nurtured her well, taught her the difference between right and wrong, groomed her goodness. Un aware of the conspiracies of luck, oblivious to the fact, that their baby was bitten by the elusive spider, and suffered the curse of wander lust.

She grew up, and she grew up very fast, one fine morning, she woke up, and chose to follow her heart, she took a giant leap of faith ……….. and dived, in the deepest pit, where all sins sleep ……… her journey started………….. a journey, with no end, a journey that brought her there……………… where she stood, bewildered ……….. bare foot ………………………

The madness in the mob reached at its peak, two hairy strong hands dragged her down and in one fluid motion removed the fabric covering her from head to toe …………… The vision, made every one gasp………. There was a moment of utter and complete silence ……………..…………………

She stood tall, her head held high, under the harsh, bright, spotlight, ruthlessly intensifying and revealing every scar of  past on her body, every feature of her tired, tormented soul on display, each curve and crevice, visible ……………. She scanned the crowd with her fire lit eyes, searching for someone familiar, someone who could stand up for her, own her, save her, from her own self ……………..

Their hands were hungry to probe, poke, and strip the last shreds of dignity from her, teeth ready to be dug in her soft, warm, firm flesh, tongues thirsty to taste the hot blood, running in her veins, like a bitter liquor ………………. They were getting ready for the feast ……………

She couldn’t understand what was her fault, why was she subjected to this humiliation?, which was her sin?, the whats and whys and hows were never answered, she failed to understand and kneeled down, her ankles strapped, hands tied with the rope of rituals, she looked up and saw a shooting star……………… she ached to make a wish ……….. she screamed ………………….. and tried to cover her modesty ……………

Haunted, Scary Tale

Time was running out ……………………

Two piercing pewter eyes watched ……….. with no courage  ………. a pair of brown ones blinked ………  amused,  with no concern ………… someone with a few mosquito bites on his face ……. laughed ……………………..

The verdict was given ………………….

She refused to bow and comply with the lie ………………

They clipped her wings, and asked her to fly………………

The feast began  …………….. They tore her apart ……………….

A wandering soul picked up the last tears she shed ………………. And vanished ……………..

Seemi.

4th December, 2013

(Re Published for A to Z Blogging challenge on 9th April, 2014)

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12 thoughts on “Haunted, Scary Tale,

  1. The pewter eyes may bleed, brown ones too. The mosquito bitten face has long lost its charm. The wandering soul is a collector of tears. For centuries ago the witch taught the wanderer secret of youth…he must absorb the glittering tears of a fallen angel. For his wings were clipped too. For he is running in the valley of shadow of death.
    The tears are his shining star..
    He can’t go astray from them far…
    She has forgotten all about her past…
    Things just went by so fast…
    Wanderer knows her for centuries …
    Prior to her taking this meek physical form.
    Wanderer knows no norm..
    He is unaware of her body…
    He knows her soul.

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  2. Don’t question the courage of pewter eyes, they watch over you….. And know what lies beneath,
    Vegabonds come and go,
    Proud to see the little kitten, morphing into a fierce Lioness, No one can clip your wings, you were born to fly.

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