Wicked Wraiths

Lamenting sorrows cast in shadow fly
Upon the dusky earth their tears will fall
Upon the night below a lightless sky
And none but they can hear their rending calls
Beneath a cage of crystal black I screech
Imprisoned by a frozen trap of death
As echoes die and wither, banshees preach
Through ice I feel their wordless lack of breath
Although the words are flowing from my mouth
The silence a sonorous din shall make
So that my voice is only drownèd out
As orbs on fire blue leave in their wake
Alone they scream, the wraiths of wicked light
Yet wicked not of evil, but in plight.