…drifting ethereal

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