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