An Old Enemy

The ghost of my past whispers

So gentle when he speaks

If I listen then I'll miss her

But he is cunning in his speech

He asked me broadly "Is it sure?"

No hesitation from my beak

I said, "Of course; I cannot miss her"

The ghost determined called my answer weak

"Do not be so sure" again he whispers

The air loosening like a leak

"Come with me, you will not miss her

This I certainly guarantee"

You cannot tempt me with a world of leisure

For I know the world is bleak

I've been before, a mindless creature

However, I've reached my peak

My life content is far much crisper

I am not the one you seek

Be gone fell ghost, and take your whisper

I will now forever speak

I've bested him, the ghost who whispers

His cunning I defeat

Gone forever, never to have a turn

For I am the one who speaks