They Are Waiting
Shh… Do not fret little one, Papa has you. What you see is true, they see you too, yes. Hush little one, they mean no harm… At least, not now they do. No, non, they are no more dangerous than our people. Calm yourself, I cannot tell you of them if you aren't in the right mind to listen. It's alright my lovely, now listen as I tell you what my kin once told me. The monsters that hide under beds and inside closets are not wild tales, nor the spirits waiting in the shadows. They are real just as you and moi, but, oh, little one… They are not as frightening as the blind would lead you to believe.
They are stuck, my lovely. They cannot leave. I must tell you life can become dull, if not maddening when you are invisible to the greater part of humanity. They only want a bit of company my little one. Hm? Yes, really, that's all they want. Can you imagine having not a soul to speak to for years and years? Ha, ha, ha, I suppose it is a bit difficult for you right now. As much as it pains me, my lovely, a time will come when company is sparse and loneliness will begin to creep in. Yes, yes, my lovely, I have battled through such a time and, as a daughter of mine, I have no doubts you shall face the same. Shh little one, there is no reason to fret, for you see, the spirits will take away the edge. They will dull the pain to something less than maddening…
What lovely? Oh no, no, non. You mustn't ever tell a soul about what you see. They will be frightened, confused, and possibly–just maybe–even jealous. I remember when my teacher told me not to ever tell another, I didn't listen. I told my dear brother, your uncle, lovely. He is frightened by the things in the dark, but does not see them. I thought– Well, it doesn't much matter anymore, but he grew jealous in time. He hated that I could do something he could not. He resents me still, and I am all but invisible to him as well as the rest of the world. Oh, lovely little one… Do not fear, you and I may speak as freely as you wish about this and, maybe, someday, I'll introduce you to my teacher. But, for now, I will keep you to myself (I can't bare the thought of sharing).
Scary? They look scary? I was once told, very long ago, when I was just as small as you, that there is beauty in death. I may have not believed then, but I do now. The spirits, much like ourselves, never age or change. They are eternal and in this, there is beauty. I know, I know, it's difficult to see now. Someday, my lovely you will see. There is comfort in their timelessness as well; when all the world changes around you and you are still the same, their timelessness reminds you that you are not alone in this plight. In time, when you come to this conclusion, you may want to make the beings around you your confidants, friends, family, and, maybe, even your lovers. But, I must warn you little one, do not ever become so close to them as to tell them all of your secrets. It gives them power, and power in any of their hands, even the most benign, is never a good idea. They use it against you, they will possess you, they will hurt you, do whatever they deem necessary to feel–be–alive once more.
It does sound scary, doesn't it? But I suppose that is what a warning such as mine should do; I pray you head it, my lovely.
Hm? Already asking a new question I see! Ha ha, no, I do not mind. As for your question… I do suppose I could teach you a few things. Not too much my little one, it is better you find your own way. There are tricks to ward off the worst of them, I guess that means I will be teaching you a bit of magic then. Oui, lovely, just as they are real, so is magic. It's quite spectacular, if I say so myself. No, I shall teach only enough to ward off the most dangerous of them, if you wish to learn anything else it is your job to teach yourself. I will not be persuaded little one, it is up to you to find your own way. I am only here to guide you as my own teacher did. My teacher? Well, he was a colonist of mine once. Ha ha ha, no more hints, my lovely. I'm sure if you gave it a bit more thought you'd figure it out quite quickly. Oui, my little one, it is him. He's a good man, no matter what others have and will say. Yes, yes he taught almost all I know.
Now, it's quite late, isn't it? I do believe it's time for bed little one. Not tired you say? Then… A lullaby! Would that help my little one? Ah, wonderful…
Sleep my lovely,
find dreams of dark hues
but do not fear
they await, ready to take you,
Sleep my lovely
they are waiting,
waiting for you
arms open,
to take you
into sleep
So after I wrote England's view of telling Canada about his "gift", I had the urge to write what Canada would tell one of his Providences–a girl for that matter–about their "gift". So what do you guys think of this Canada? Good? Bad?
Thanks for reading and please review.
Words:
Non: No
Oui: Yes
Moi: Me
EDITED: 2/19/16