The Wraith

Scything through prying voices and the lying wails of your song
You lust for the wonder of yesteryear
Where misgivings died and our destiny was clear

Your gaze gleams and whispers
The awe of the unseen
You marvel at the changing seasons
Your memories stare at what could have been

Caressing your desolate shadow
I yearn for the days now forlorn
Our hopes lay ruptured and the epilogue of our tale is thorn

Your gaze gleams and whispers
The awe of the unseen
You marvel at the changing seasons
Your memories stare at what could have been

When lifeless crimson petals fall
The winter's reign remains forebodingly still
The wraith rises through the silver realm
Where the dying seek haven for their lasting will

Defying the solitude of mortality
You reach for my hand, somewhat vexed
Do not fret and rest easy
For we shall soon be one my friend