Mist Wraith

Looming specter in the mist

revenant from an abyssal rift.

Silhouette of shifting dusk,

echo of some withered husk.

A fragile life entombed

in shadows of the distant moon,

framed by failing candlelight

and all the stars that sing tonight.

Like a pall upon my wayward path.

Bequeathment of tormented wrath.

Curse of blood forever sewn

'til what's been done has been atoned.

But extinguished life can't be restored

no matter the volume of sadness poured

into the soil where sorrow lies.

Death will not release his prize.

That part of me is dead and gone.

Beaten and broken 'cause it was wrong.

Buried shard that won't be missed

except by the one who felt their fist.

Now my demons remain locked inside.

Once, every secret I sought to hide

fell plainly from my weathered eyes.

That was before I wore this disguise.

So go - leave me in this lonesome dream.

If you find me in another scene,

please leave the sun a memory;

lest you see the ghost is really me.