Possession
My hands move the quill over the book's pages.
They do not belong to me—he's held them fast for ages.
I never knew a memory could exert such control,
But with pervasive influence, my life he quickly stole.
Now, now, child, please keep your silence,
Surrender to me, there's no use in defiance.
I have your body, soul, and mind; you are my tool—
Yes, cry bitterly, Ginevra, and know you were a fool.
I was innocent and all too naïve; I never suspected;
I simply listened to his words; so to speak, I neglected.
I let his shadows spread within me; for regret it's too late;
I know now what he intends, and I'm consigned to my fate.
Daub crimson blood onto the walls; write your own epitaph;
Now join me in my ancestral chamber and listen to me laugh,
As your bright essence flows to me, returning me to strength—
You will help me rise, Ginevra; we'll be face-to-face at length.
My body an automation, not heedful of my will,
Possessed by a monster that taints my soul still.
I falter and weaken; I can hear his dark voice—
Mocking my dreams and my secrets, each choice.
No longer now am I merely an intangible wraith
Bound within parchment. In Darkness I found faith
And in return, it gives me great and glorious rebirth.
Sleep, Ginevra. Sleep forever in the bosom of the earth.