Gazing

From the dark black field

Of velvety grass

And I see her

Pale and alluring

Wraith like

And beautiful

Practically glowing

Radiance

Piercing the dark night

Like the mythic

Nathciana of lore

And us ghouls

Strive

Writhing in our perversity

Trying to reach

Her

Atop the dull cliff

Feeling putrid

And useless

Eyeless among the crypts

And her

Fragile

Forbidden

Peering piteously

At our corpses

Desecrated

Forgotten

Driven to madness

In the sickening

Cool dark fields

Under the plateau

Where she rests

Under the withered tree

That tendrils through the dark sky

And we reach but cannot

Find

And the disgusting ghouls

That we are

Whisper her name

It carries hauntingly

Through the forlorn meadow

Her name is

Hope

She hears us

And smiles

Then turns her back

And her father

Dignity

Leads her away

From us the plagued souls

We are undeserving