GHOST

My spirit,

A fallen ghost

Haunting the corners

Of its cold host

The heart shattered –

Small splinters scattered

By the winds of winter gathered

My soul wandering

Towards your breath

Secretly yearning for

Magic, Life and Death

The mind praying to heal

What now seems lost and torn

Masks are melting, 

Sliding away

From all outer form

All that is left is

 My Dark Soul

Flying in the Universe

Searching for its Home

 100 days of sorrow

Yet there s still

Hope for tomorrow

For in another corner of the world

Happiness must be waiting to be born

While right now

Death is facing me

Every moment of my life

Cutting at my being

With a harsh blunt knife

So I can come back

Free from grief

From a Tunnel o f Light

Full of relief

Re-birthed,

New and alive

A powerful Fire

Burning Inside

Facing the pain

Your demons are slain

The snake bites its tail

And you are reborn

Again and again....

Erika Brincat (c) 12/2004

Originally titled 'Dark Soul'