Fallen Wraith

Fallen Wraith

Horatio Gargonath

Feathered wraith, cursed above,

To loose thy flight, condoned to love.

Snipped the wings of jaded dove.

Hide behind a mask, a glove.

Realm alone, words of woe,

Whims are raped, the fallen foe,

Return alive, she scarce but know,

If not be damned to a life of low.

Trespass naught this tragic night,

Confounded moon, waxen light

Ashen curse disturb thy sight,

To no escape this wicked blight.