Deep in shadow
By the doorway
That leads to
Another time
The ghost that
Watches forlornly
In its stillness
Eyes to shine.
Back within
Its very soul
A pained
Furrowed brow
Dressed with death
An awkward step
That whispers
Softly now.
Half spoken words
In phantom breeze
Its staggered walk
Its hunching lean
Slowly closer
Within my grasp
I do no more
Than release a gasp.