Path of Ghosts

On a path few travel intently
Steps a figure in this evening’s morn,
Feet fall softly and caress gently
The forsaken ground
     Where venture the forlorn

Where souls are lost and found,
Away from the golden boughs,
Beyond the woods where laughter is abounding
From faeries and nymphs resounding
Within the living forest;

Beyond, in the land of passage,
Where the light turns a different shade,
Where the laughter never echoes,
And the moods become passive;
Here is found a lone shadow.

She treads lightly with each step carefully planned,
Taking her stand between the gray and shadow,
Every movement shown beforehand
By her significant other,
And, in this profane journey, her only friend.

Fade out from this world’s meadow,
It will not matter anymore;
She will merely join the rest
Walking anxiously through this door,

For she had long ago realized she was just another shadow
Mimicking every move of her doppelgänger,
However flat it meant everything to her,
Though obscure under the curtained veil;
In every family portrait, every picture painted
It restlessly hid,
But by the light it availed.

She would be forgotten!
But that was only the image
Formed for the benefit of the forgotten and lost,
Such thoughts occurred
As she walked fearlessly into the abyss called Night;
Chosen is the place where she will take her stand.

She giggled softly in pleasure
Giving a self-satisfied smile
As the eager shadows enveloped her figure —
Her form became immortal.