Blackpoem/Black Poetry

Prologues

Thin yellow fabric that lacy and surround the edge of the roof of the magnificent stage was fluttering in the wind. As if dancing because of the joy of the morning sun.

Under the stage, the shade dominates. Have sat solemnly on the wooden chairs lined up neatly, the students of class 12 Lotus High School who look no less neat: white shirt and dress or black skirt. Their faces are bright, eyeballs are sparkling and both corners of the lips are expanding. But the feeling is all gray. Because today, or this time, is their Farewell Day as High School students.

Their gazes paid close attention to the MC on the stage in front of which was none other than an 11th grade girl when the Girl started talking again with the microphone. The MC called Mr. Purnomo, Head of Lotus High School to say his farewell speech. A moment later the summoned person rose from the front seat, from the row of teachers. Quickly go up to the stage by circulating his smile to all the students. Alongside the Students and Teachers gave a boisterous clap.

The fat headmaster stopped in front of the microphone. Blow the microphone and tap it for a moment. He mendeham prepared to start his speech which he had prepared in advance.

The whole audience began to look at him. Including a girl with a mask and high school clothes who sat with a chin supported behind one of the class windows. The gaze of his black eyeballs was cold, as if hinting that his heart was deep and dark to dive into.

"Breakaway?" He let out a heavy sigh, "parting for whom? And what exactly is it?" He remembered his past. When two people he loved as a child separated. After all, the whole world was blurry, so red in his eyes. Like the color of a Higanbana flower. Then the red color becomes blood red.

"Y!! deraaah!!, who likes blood. The leech? Yes he likes blood, but Jikininki also likes blood."

Eight minutes passed and Purnomo ended his speech. The sound of applause came back boisterous in that field. The MC approached her and spoke quietly if one of her students gave her an envelope.

"The student's word in this envelope is a farewell poem, he wants the father to read it."

"From who?" tanya Purnomo received a letter and opened it. Mc shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know if he wears a mask. But apparently not from a 12th-grader" the MC recalled the girl who gave him the letter. Purnomo nodded while taking out a piece of paper from inside the envelope. His eyes opened slightly to find the ink on the paper that was red. At the very top of what appears to be the title of the poem, it says 'Black Poetry'

The principal gave the MC an envelope. Then bring his mouth closer to the microphone and spread his gaze to the audience. The wind suddenly blew a bit.

"Say there is a farewell poem from one of the schoolgirls that I have to read. Out of whom, the sender did not attach his name. And you should read it." He smiled, "for pete and cireng mbak Wati, actually the father did not pande read poetry." He giggles. The whole audience was also shocked. Purnomo stared at the paper and began to read:

'Black Poetry.'

'Beautiful poetry is not love, but a string of mantras.'

'And these words are the way to the afterlife.'

'He likes the girl like he likes lilies.'

'On the horns of the black sheep.'

'Also bone, flesh and blood'

Purnomo raised his head again, staring at the whole audience. The strange poem he thought and he felt that everyone here thought this poem was strange because in fact no one applauded. Is this worth mentioning a farewell poem? This sounds like a death poem.

Mata Purnomo tetiba. He felt a terrible pain, like there was an object stuck in his heart. Everything he saw also blurred red. The world looks different. And! There was a thin ivory white hand with long nails that had been covered with blood coming out of his chest. Not coming out exactly, the hand penetrated his body from behind to the front.

He heard a whisper in his ear.

"Draw like lilies, dance like them in the afterlife."

Purnomo turned to the origin of the voice. He saw a big face. He is human but definitely not human. His face was pale covered in hard skin, his mouth was wide full of smiles and his teeth were pointed. His nose was sharp like a raven trigger, his eyes were bright red and a strand of hair as thick as an octopus tentacle which was also the same color as his skin.

"W-who are you?"

"Who am I? I'm Jikininki the Girl's friend. Keh keh, lucky you can see me in your life, dear people here no, Keh Keh. But this baby is also the last to see me. The girl doesn't like you, maybe you got it wrong?"

Purnomo fell to the floor of the stage. Everyone was shocked and some were hysterical. From his nose and mouth slowly came out a red liquid that was none other than blood. He dies.

While a small smile rose from behind the mask of the girl behind the window earlier. The girl then got up and slowly stepped out of the classroom.

"This game is less fun, Jikininki needs a lot of blood," he murmured happily.

TBC_