SPECTRE Drifting by my window pane, On a cold dark winters eve. No sign or trace, no echo or sound, No path to follow or deceive. A silent spectre, ethereal form, A hazy memory, from life, 'twas torn. Jealously wanting what now it resents, An anger no mortal can perceive or prevent. A pulsating obsession of hate and desire, Feeding the flames and stoking the fire. Trying to cross over the bridge to our plane, Resolute and relentless, a moth to a flame. Pushing and pushing with all of it's might, Glimmered eyes ignoring the light. With a cry of despair it gives up the fight, Slowly moves on into the deep, dark night.
DPS October 2009