As the shadows from the rising moon dance to the sound of the whispering wind, they come.
Memories faded in the light, stake claim to my soul until all is lost to me except those left behind in a time of misspent youth.
Visions appear as painful reminders of a childhood gone awry.
The past continues to haunt me until all that remain is the infamy of the days for which I repent.
In that, a face, that embodies all.
A man who is demon to my dreams.
For it is he who disturbs my sleep and invades my soul.
The Phantom I cannot dispel.
With the menacing countenance of his structure, he reminds me of the pleasure and pain of the past.
As the memories erupt with a vengeance, I search for penance for my sins, but find none.
He brings thoughts to mind, better forgotten, of passion and desire in excess.
Thoughts so carnal, to be nothing but debauchery, fill me with a violent need, a need I cannot shake.
I feel him, I see him, and yet cannot banish him.
He remains.
Like a tempest he engulfs me; I see no escape, for I am trapped.
Captivated by the magic that is him and his masterful seduction of a virgin long lost.
I am drowning, and yet he remains, for in my weakness I keep him as a part of me.
That part of my soul that wishes to linger in the childishness he stripped away.
Now I know, it is he who rises in the night and haunts my dreams.
The shadows clear and it is with certainty that the torment of my soul will remain a part of that notorious figure that lurks in the abomination of my being.
The Spectre of innocence lost.
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