No Poem by Ichigo Streck

He offers it,
Quietly he holds out his hand.
She looks,
taking in the curious object he holds.

Round, bulb-like, they shine
in his dark scarred palm.
They flicker to life,
as he gaze longingly stares.

The man smiles
in an ominous way
'Take them'

Choir bells ring in the distance,
striking twelve times.
Midnight.

Entranced, she reaches out.
But she hears the bells,
Knowing theres somewhere she needs to be.

Although she knows,
She can't stop,
Can't look away.
Her hand clamps down.

A pain- like burning her- ensnares her body.
Vile laughter rings out.
'Good-bye foolish woman'
She still holds the orbs.

But now,
She is trapped for eternity in her own mind.
And with that,
the man is gone.
Leaving behind nothing.