2011 - Day 239

The Eastern Bloc came from the past
And walked into the present,
With it came a summer breeze
So I cannot resent it.
In the flesh she walks around
I ask her what her name is,
She tells me she's a phantom ghoul
Because of this she's nameless.
She says she's here to haunt the souls
Of those in ignorance,
To learn of nothing, live for less
Her test is rigorous.
I wake up sweating, dreams are dark,
I have to take a shower,
Then deep down I feel a rush
An unfamiliar power,
I reach inside my left eye socket
Pull out a dark blue flower,
And then I know what must be done
The very next witching hour.