Wisps of Death

The sky held no graceful light that fall eve

All vision was granted by the flickering flame

A skeleton lies on the broken road with little to grieve

Broken glass coats its head and eyes with a rusted name
Precious air was gone from the swifter feet that moved once

By the red light dancing upon a wood pedestal, their demise is seen

Shadows creep upon the grave, a foul air fills life’s absence

A lonely beckon is the only witness here, no hope to glean
The breath of life is gone, darkness has hidden this space in its cloak

Way-less souls fly away, leaving behind a dying light and broken chariot

Now the wind aids in the destruction, choking the remains with smoke

Swept away, lost and forgotten, the fire consumes all and has become their casket.