A Little Ghost's Quest

Prologue

For Mikeydred’s Octoberon challenge

Joy is in the small things and places you may not see.

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The little ghost floated through the night air,

Wandered here, roamed over there,

Her name was Val, blur her guise,

She searched for joy, which seemed to hide.

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‘I’ve searched the halls, combed the stairs,

Ploughed the hails and corn fields fair,

I’ve toured the hills, steep and high,

But the joy I want never comes by.”

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She went through towns where live souls roamed,

Scoured the lanes which they called home

Heard their laughs, saw their fears,

But the joy she longed for never drew near.

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“I must find it,” she called, soft and low,

“I'll keep searching till it shows.”

Perhaps it lies beneath th Earth

A rare treasure of great worth.”

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She asked the souls among the graves,

Some kind spirits, unkind knaves,

She quizzed the spectres resting there

“Where is joy? Where, oh where?”

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One ghoul answered, her smile thin,

Her finger pointed, small as sin.

“Joy, it lies where you can”t see,

Not in big homes or monied glee.”

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Val then roamed, now lost in thought,

She searched in places never sought

In flowered fields, babbling brooks,

In thankful hugs, unseen nooks.

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But here’s a twist, tale never told,

As Val found joy, her form grew cold.

She had grasped at joy too tight,

And must fade into the night

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Val’s now a whisper, her voice too thin

She strains to call from graves within

“Joy’s not always where you seek,

But in small treasures, places meek.”