The witch of Endor1 recently paid me a visit. You may recall that she was the necromancer that King Saul visited so as to confer with the decidedly departed Samuel the prophet. My visitation was by someone who possessed similar powers, but arrived at my door with an awareness, a foreshadowing if you will, of my needs and desires.
Such is the nature of such an encounter that it is accompanied with shock, surprise, pleasure, and apprehension. Yet, I found that the pleasure and surprise outweighed the shock and apprehension and I found myself enraptured by the enchantment of the moment. Unlike King Saul, my experience was longer lasting but similarly memorable.
She has now long since departed, but the aftermath persists. King Saul came specifically purposed to consult with Samuel, but I possessed no pretense in my encounter. The spirit she summoned during my visitation was not a deceased prophet or soothsayer, but was instead… me; and I find that I have been haunting myself since her departure.
1 1 Samuel 28: 8-25
The Haunting
A ghost from before appeared at my door
Triggering memories that pierced to my core
And as resolve crumbled among thoughts uncontrolled
My heart once more ope’d to that specter of old.
The years had been brutal to that visage now scarred
With piercings and tats that left beauty marred
Poor judgment and choices in that face once so fair
Now mute testimony beyond human repair.
And so we conversed re our union now dead
And I lade her with gifts from the past that she fled
Thoughts that she shared caused my ardor to fade
Reminders of words and of vows now betrayed.
The ghost then receded to mists of the past
Leaving memories only in shadows now cast
Promises made as she left on that day
Promises broken as was always her way.
In a dry and thirsty land 