softly goes the ghost - PG

[tigriswolf]

Very softly goes the ghost

into the darkness of the night,

clinging to everything he knew

and saying goodbye.

 

Whisperslick, silent as a cat,

through brambles and thorns and thunderstorms,

he fades into the mist,

leaving behind nothing but memories of long-lost times.

 

Oh, they still tell his story ’round the fire;

Oh, they sing his song loud and carefree.

They murmur of the monsters he slew, the families he saved,

how he always smiled and faced the day.

He never turned away—

Until he vanished into the mist.

 

He vanishes, no footprints in his wake.

Above, the sky is endless blue, rolling like the sea.

Not a leaf trembles as he passes, there and then gone.

Oh, so softly goes the ghost.

 

He fades, he fades, he fades into the mist.

They sing his song because he’s gone,

but when he lived, they scorned him.

Oh, so loudly did they scorn him.

 

Whisperslick, he walks away,

into the darkness and silence.

They sing his song at the campfire,

content now to praise him only because he can’t be found.

 

He has no burial, no coffin, no marker of any sort.

He’s a ghost, a wraith, a revenant.

He walks the woods, forgotten paths long grown-over,

trails no living soul can find.

 

And he vanishes into the mists,

fades when the sun turns night to day.

He vanishes into the shadows and the soil,

gone without a whisper.

 

Softly goes the ghost, so softly…

Gone without regret.

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