The Wraith's Lament.

I once knew wind in a foreign land...
Where on a single road her breath remained.
She chilled my sorrow to the marrow...
While coldness blued my blackish veins.

She laced the weakened muscles of guilt...
She twisted the aphotic contortions of pain...
Blew century dust from my rotting heartstone...
An imprint once overshadowing my name.

I recall the awakening, the violent convulsions...
My arms kicked dying air, shrilling screams into the ground...
A gift of life so little deserved...
Here delivered so vaguely and vainly misfound.

The scent of blood had never faded...
And my sockets knew their pulp once more.
My lover sits and mourns my presence...
As I stand here watching within her door.

Crying, sobbing, breaking, tearing...
I console from a shell of nothingness.
Shuffling restlessly beside her sheets.
Only craving the comfort of her warm caress.

Such wind still wanders for those like me...
Breathing upon whoever she attends.
She calls all broken pieces to order...
And yields their eternal sufferings to mend.