The ghost of me

The ghostly embers of life

A paranormal reprise,

Of a hauntingly following

Of my past memories through tearful eyes,

I am bewitched,

Yet I am scared,

Though still I am entranced,

I watch in amazement

At the requiem chant,

As I watch the dead dance

I feel blessed by this chance,

Yet the reflection of my life

Shows my fear and regret,

Of losing the light and the love of my spiritual existence.