Ghosts

Faint sound coming from the heights
Limbs are rasping in the breeze
Omen of relentless plight
Foretold by the laughing trees.

But soothing hope enlightens dusk.

So begins a loyal quest
Made of things to bow
Endlessly doing your best
To stay true to your vow.

Be sure to do what's right
And silence all the fears
Always waiving with delight
All that you held dear.

Even when the reason is blurred
You're not the kind to forsake
Sailing in turbid, uncharted waters
Commitment drags you in its wake.

New pledges sworn
To remain faithful to the old ones.

Again and again
You'll try in vain
Learning too late
Defeat is our fate.

Worm of doom
Long in his lair
Lied upon despair.

Word given yields
Before all things
Depending not on the will.

Pain, grudge, gall
Take your reward.

Vain, foolish pride
Behold your might.

New pledges sworn
To remain faithful to the old ones.

Repeated vows
In disaster bind us even more.

Still you dwell on grievance past
All is gone in a single blast
Defying the world's contempt
In a desperate last attempt.

Never more you'll be deceived
By the conceit of your oaths
Like the gentle falling leaves
Wind has slowly blown them all.