When i met Dracula
I sung a song of love
When I met Frankenstein
I sung a song of love
When I met Jack
I sung a song of love
When I met Hyde
I sung a song of love
When I met a Poltergeist
I sung a song of love
The flowers of love
Blooms inside my heart
Calling all odds to sit around my table
Thinking who they are!
Sherlock calls me, after a while
Watson with a gun,
Handed to me, sat beside odds
All ran away, vanished behind the curtains.
Ah, what strange friends we find in fiction and what strong emotions they can elicit. Unlike in real life, alas, compelling characters that might haunt our dreams can be pushed back into the shadows from whence they come, be it by righteous forces or our own powers of deductive reasoning. Fiction can be so much more compelling and vibrant than real life be it on the page of books written by skilled authors or captured on film by skilled actors and directors. And far safer too. Nice write!
I like the way you presented these fictional characters, stranger to sit around with you, but when a haunted one comes and especially with a gun, everybody runs...a really good metaphor for what happens in real life..very well done T.P.
Warmly, B
We're scared of monsters, not primarily by their tales or appearances but rather by the willful choice we made to let them overtake our minds. The image of Sherlock Holmes and Watson symbolises the conscious manifestation of logic and emo, and the gun at hand is decisive bravery. We may fool ourselves with fictitious beasts to entertain our mundane lives, but when the time comes and our presence is needed, we best be equipped with bravery and overcome it; Because, after all, like Holmes and his favourite trustee, we are more capable than we realise.
Thank you for sharing your work, author Arundass TP, have a fine day.
- Leon