The Arrival Of Jon's Ghost Poem by jon groff

Jon's ghost waltzes into the room, without making a sound.
Then suddenly it dawns on me, his feet aren't on the ground.
My body starts to shake from the stress,
And to childhood I begin to regress.
Finally the moment in my life I've feared the most,
Nothing could have prepared my soul, for the arrival of Jon's ghost.
I've befallen under Jon's gaze,
And in turn I've fallen into a daze.
He stares into the very depths of my soul,
But looking back all I see are two empty holes.
I can feel now that the wind is blowing,
And in this moment of truly knowing,
I must say I am sorry for what it's worth,
That your soul is cursed to walk amongst this Earth.
To be found whilst never being lost,
For an eternity you shall pay the cost.
To reach out and touch the light,
When clearly you do not have that right.
If you interfere with the phases of the moon,
you shall be swept away in a furious typhoon.
It will drain you of all of your sanity,
And strip you of your precious humanity.
Jon's ghost exits the room, without making a sound.
It is obvious for me to see, that his soul is unsound.
My body begins to cease its shaking,
but my mind is left slowly breaking.
I have endured that which I feared the most,
Nothing could have saved my soul, from the arrival of Jon's ghost.