Wyrd Dirges

Wyrd triad haunts pervasively
Pitiful shadow stalks; inescapably
Dreams once born on gilt wings
Scorch spectral plane, frayed plumes beneath

Empty wishes encircle ruined soul
Vain prayers tarnishing dream untold
Portents drear too true become
Morrowless lingering, pray dirge be sung!

Yet now at edge of life and dream
Twilight faced with pitiless scream
I put my faith in the path ahead
And trust I place in the road of dead

The shade of life lost fans my dread
As cordate wounds and love nigh fled
Truth drives deeper than the knife
Love flies faster than the night

Impish play forgone for fault
Overindulgence and stealth of dolt
Fear not the future, as omen flickers
‘neath molded flesh and heart deathly sick

I see that which I feared, yet long
Wyrd sisters gazing my bier upon
The dirge sung ages past, so sweet
And the broken path- at last –complete.