Ghost In The Hall

You stood collected, and I imperfected Outside of your wandering gaze Ablaze were the embers The ashes all strewn 'gainst the splintering dusk of the day Our first born child is a ghost in the hall And her voice but a whisper decayed Fraught with the flame, we both burned at the stake Left our bones to be carried away So fire at will I can feed your denial, fester the pyres until All the ashes trickle down to the gallows again You were the victor and I was the spoils of a war we had waged all our lives Rain fell'd the field as we counted the dead Cast the weak and bewildered aside March until dawn, let the sun soak our eyes We'll sing dirges and dig up the graves We'll carve our names on the stone in the way between heaven And what we've betrayed So fire at will I can feed your denial, fester the pyres until Everything comes crashing Down to the depths of your whimpering breath I can still Hear the echo of your siren song whispering Ghost of a slow motion kill Fan the flames with phantom limbs wrought of my bones Break the glass ceiling Breathe in the shards Show these poor souls What you're capable of