ghosts

ghosts in their haunting ethereal forms
memories so silent of what was once there before
trying to remind me of all I've forgotten
the lessons I've learned in times ill begotten
sitting there staring with glaze in their eyes
at this sad little figure with his culprits' disguise
who floats through the world with his head in the skies
never touching the ground til the day that he dies

playing the game that the scepters do play
toying with him in cold calculating ways
to do as he wills with whatever they please
hovering, watching, drawing him to his knees
beaten forgotten like those memories held dear
laying there helpless and locked up with fear
trying to remember where he placed the key
the forgotten reminder that would set him free

circles made dizzy with their ghastly dance
moaning quite softly as if lost in a trance
left longing to join in their lazy embrace
as if easier it'd be to haunt with this place
losing himself as they've lost who they were
together so seemless their company deserved
like wisping smoke as it sifts through the air
they leave one to wonder if he was even there