Murky Wraith

O' murky wraith o'er hills

All recesses, your passion fills

O' murky wraith stifling sound

To the dimness of your veil, my conscience's bound

'Midst your pervasing, crowding thickness

Far horizons are blotted out by your stark greyness

'Midst your draping body o'er world motionless

I cry, wail of my anguishful blindness

But sounds that cannot pierce through your reign

Whole they are swallowed and soundless they remain

So, harried by fear, here I roam these soulless lanes

In prey of the question: 'Am I still sane?'

Here, under your brooding, suffocating dampness, i'm left to stray

In that dank and sere, in that catacomb-like disarray

Here-- your density dilating without a care-- my mind lies disrepair

Trudging along your undiscernable vistas, gasping for air

Hemmed in your stultifying sway, these words are spoken to me:

'Now are known to thee

The vanity of these blitheful seekings

Now is calling thee

The end of these frivolous sufferings.'

But, 'o murky wraith I understand

I understand that I don't understand

Gazing at the horizon from which you ascended

Contemplating our encounters; our paths that time mended

These words wanes out in life's endless sand

And time spans, and to its laws you bend

And with you, your reign comes to an end

But all the pain from your reign was worth it

For here I withstand this newfound land