Souls Adrift

We roam this world
Mere shadows of life
But faintly perceived
By mortal kind.

We stalk dark halls
In derelict homes,
Forsaken cast-offs
Of yesteryear.

We whisper words
Never understood,
Our voices muffled
By death’s cruel hand.

We enter dreams
As pale reflections,
Memories of flesh
Long turned to dust.

We crave strong hearts
And warm, supple limbs,
But find only bones
And graveyard mould.

We are legion,
Wretched multitudes
Ever united,
Always alone.

(Originally published in Fear and Trembling, April 8, 2010)

Richard H. Fay is an author, artist, and home school dad who resides in Upstate New York. He is inspired by medieval history, myth, and legend, and the classics of fantasy literature. His diverse and interconnected interests drive his artistic endeavour. He writes fantasy prose and poetry, as well as dabbling in science fiction and horror. Recently he has decided to begin writing as more than just a sideline, although he has been writing seriously since the 1980s.

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