Laura's Poetry Corner - Part 1

My Dear Stridette

My dear Stridette, reckless and rebellious
An interesting competitor wearing elegant attire
A charming young woman with outstanding courage
The way you bravely fought me was as fierce as fire

My dear Stridette, struck down by shocking defeat
You are out of consciousness, unable to respond
I gently pick you up and securely cradle you
My choice is a sign of an unusual bond

My dear Stridette, unconscious instead of dead
A fray was what you wanted, according to your letter
I simply cannot kill a lady within my own kind
You may be a copy of me, but I know much better

My dear Stridette, being taken away
By the one who truly and deeply inspires you
I carry you through every inch of the darkness
The ghoul following our lead is no other than Boo

My dear Stridette, the lass who is still at peace
Boo cackles quietly as we roam past each fern
The three of us blend in every shade of the shadows
Another ghoul then shows up, showing great concern

My dear Stridette, a friend of the female ghost
The pink and petite one hopes that you are okay
Boo then begs and convinces her not to attack me
I tell her that you are only resting after a fray

My dear Stridette, in one of your black dresses
Along with a dark blue cardigan and a red rose
I begin to think about your beautiful voice
Along with the haunted melodies you would compose

My dear Stridette, yet to sing to me again
I remember some of your lyrics and begin to croon
I approach a black blossom tree with you in my arms
While wolves howl under the light of a full moon

My dear Stridette, unaware of the moment
Both of our ghostly companions are crooning with me
The feminine ghoul flies closer to you and whimpers
With you still unresponsive, we stop at the tree 

My dear Stridette, another phantom of the dark
I am sure that the lovely tree is a safer place
I gently place you under the branches of blossoms
Our singing stops as I look at your youthful face

My dear Stridette, under the black blossom tree
I wait for you to awaken, staying by your right side
Two blossoms fall gracefully onto your arm
You may have lost the duel, but at least you tried

My dear Stridette, yet to wake up from your state
The ghouls look up and chuckle in a friendly tone
Red fireflies can be faintly seen between the blossoms
They look back down at you after hearing your groan 

My dear Stridette, coming to your senses
Your eyes are open as you seem about to fret
I place one hand on your shoulder and whisper,
"You need to rest now, my dear Stridette..."