Wraiths:

This fragile

Breath hanging

On everything

This moist

Breath is

More than

Some waste

Breathed

Out

Breathing is this

Thing like myself

That is oft

Forgotten and taken for granted

I am like

The air in your lungs

Polluted and

Invisible

Tastless

And scented

Not seen

But seeing

Everything

Seeing your mistakes

And hearing my own

Seeing you stumble

And watching you fall

But you don't see

My reaching,

Outstretched

Hand, offering you

Aid

But you don't see

My sisters and I

All around you

Spirits

Of the air

Our only

Companion

Is Wind

But he just

Bellows and whistles

What you don't see

You don't care for

You don't see our

Pain

Yet you see our products

You see what you want to see

Until you die, and become like us

Until you turn from the light and embrace the darkness

And join us as

The Wraiths