Marrow Of The Spirit

There are ghosts in every hallway In every room, behind every door Peering through every window into the past Holding onto us in the bitterness of the mire Leaving a trace of themselves in the spaces in which they hide ...but there are no ghosts here

Written in the waters... [voice of the dead:] "Our shadows seep into the dusk like cranes that melt into the pool; a black lake in which they descend pale ghosts caress the Nidstång in the dark its face scarred by the ages, its curse sent with heathe

Blue textures cascade downward to the base of the monolith Like brush strokes on a canvas of souls Two arms reach out a cloak of silent nihil Revenants untouched by the scythe They are lost in the dark woods of time Aloft in the landscape that you ha