I'm the ghost of Nothingness

In the old parchment sheet

A spotless, inkless heap

Of unremembered dreams

Of extinguished beams

That perforate your sleep

Twin voids of emptiness

Glaring in the dark

Watching for a spark

An inkling…

A vesper...

A foggy glimmer of

Illumination..

A pulse of life's

Revelation…

Something to haunt

Or be haunted by

A winged fae...

Sowing gold dust

Raking the rust

Off the undead

Heart...

I, the wandering spirit

Disturbing the silence

Roaming deserted

Champers of thought

Fight or be fought

For a brainchild

Offspring of mind

Taming the beasts

Of the wild…

My dear, don't fret

The eerie sheet

Startles a bit

A temporary cell

Bottles your

Essence, until…

You cross over

Into the light...