It eerily whispers in the wind
Moaning quietly to my soul
Telling tales of darkest sin
Spearing me with its barren bones

Deathly pale it’s aura glows
And scatters far its murd’rous wails
With chilling glimpse of fateful woes
Upon my shoulders it details

It cried out as if torn by fright
And I responded with lustrous light
While reaching forth into the night
I calmed it to unending quiet