They have gathered today,
Algernon takes me to see,
in the center of the city there's
a vast collection of ghosts that
are pointing and starting, they
are beneath an amphitheater
at the bottom of a valley,
There are icicles hanging from
the edges of the roof, as if they
grew down from the mountain
to spy on musicians on stage,
I try to imagine how they were
able to sculpt such a massive
structure, such craftsmanship!
It is carved into the mountain
itself, it is like a bite out of its
side, the mountain moans and
leans to one side,
I look at the stage and notice
what they're pointing at,
there is a young boy, a single
soul, sitting center stage,
he is staring at the crowd with
his hands clinched tight beneath
him, I cannot see what he holds,
All at once the crowd is yelling in
a fury, the boy springs up and
throws a large chunk of ice up,
up at the icicles, the whole crowd
screams as one and the boy runs
into the mass of ghosts, they
engulf him, lift him up for a moment
before freezing, the mass looks up,
a single icicle falls, they scream and
release the boy, interest dying as
the entire collection of icicles falls,
Algernon and I run before the crowd
can make their way to us, we move
around and situate ourselves to be
at an angle perpendicular to their path,
as they move the world shivers, and
more icicles fall from somewhere
unseen, the girl urges me on and
we join with the crowd then, moving
among them as the entire structure
collapses, my heart turning cold as
I fear an avalanche behind us,
The great fall does not occur, but
I wonder how the crowd could know
to fear a single chunk of ice from a
small boy, I wonder why the boy was
so angry, and I wonder why they made
such an epic structure, so susceptible
to falling down.
