Spirits of the Dead

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness - for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
-Edgar Allen Poe

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Let us now start:
Spirits and ghosts have roamed this planet since the ink of history has touched it’s fine white sheets. They have always been there; alluring; miserable; and helpless. Like humans, they have weakness. Most could not keep a solid form for any period of time. Nonetheless, there are some who cling to certain strings of hope which makes them more powerful. The feed off the attention of spirit seers and learn to resemble man. They acquire a set of skills in which they can begin to open their mouths; move there features and perhaps brush a slight breeze against your skin. How they seem, your double, mimicking you in everything that it is you. Yet there are times when they are not your double at all. They caress the hallways, in which you walk, shattering the very windows in which you gaze. Short tempered they are, and obsessed with the flesh. As much as you love them you must eventually come to terms they are a form of demons that must be lead into the light.
Come with us on this journey.
Tell us your pretty stories of such things.

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Rules: Keep it pg 18...romance is fine as well as cussing, just as long as it’s not thriving details and saying ******** at the end of every sentence.
Umm other than that there are really none... O_o oh no godmodding...but you get the point XD

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