Ashen Wraith

a hiss, a whisper, coiled there

ashen wraith, beguiled fear

hush my child, rest thou here,

warmth be found as death draws near

rustle softly, her nickled strands

pillowed hair, amidst plaited bands,

smoky slipping as weighted sand,

a ghostly visage, twists through the land.

pain, a fate none doth deserve, as time creeps forward, no reserves.

slinking slipping, cross the grass. ghostly tendrils reach and grasp.

she rises up, trees through you see, as she is not of solid body,

a warmth of peace, a smile there, creeps across the eyes she bears. 

fear not of fate thats brought me here,

fear not the change that lingers near

fear not the weight of time and age,

for i will save thou from thine grave. 

a reach, a coil . . . a slip of fate

a catch of spirit before the fade

a trail of change found in her wake

a warmth of spirit, decisions made.

the weight of time, the pain of loss

the chaos born from what was not

a healing found in time reborn

quell echos of pain, echoes forlorn

warm and soft, change fills the void

remember pain, erupt in flame

the heat of chaos, a pain remains

yet heals the wound, that time doth bring.