Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
your every act
etched upon my skin
the years slipping away
in the unmeasured void
where the colours of midnight
awaken my languishing soul
the hunger that once was love
is now a blade that carves
and my restless spirit sallies forth
unseen and silent
from my grave
my revenant form
drifting ethereal
yet I know
that you feel me
for I am the returning
the returning of a cold wind
that blows the seeds of truth
they settle deep within your veins
where you once danced with my fear
you now tremble as I draw near
I am the terror you cannot name
my darkness now returned
back into the fathomless depths
from whence it came
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 