Deathless

What is this that stands before me?
A shadowed realm of spectral hallways
Where ethereal walkers dwell
And speak to me in tongues - a storm of wordless whispers

I walk through once-crowded galleries
Ensorcelled by tragedy and draped in regret
My kingdom diminished and my subjects lost
Bound to wander these halls as a formless wraith

Memories are all that remain for me
Echoes of old glories and shadows of the past

Recall is denied me
What has come to pass?
Is this my fate forevermore
In these halls of loss?

Their whispers turn to screams

These restless spirits swirl around me
Confining my soul within

Howling, longing, demanding
Surging, urging, beckoning me...

A pale soft glow begins to light the vaulted chamber
Diaphanous courtiers fade into the steps of a silent dance
Wisp-like, tattered robes sway and weave around the vaporous dancers
And slowly I am drawn into this ghostly masquerade