What is this shade that shifts its shape
and casts a shallow shadow?
It hides in shattered shards of shame
in places we can’t follow.
It is but merely echoing
a world of myth and mire
a place that none may leave a trace
of molten fear and fire.
What is this orb that flits and floats
and glows its gentle path?
It shows itself to those that care
for some that is enough.
Occasionally the spirits meeting
briefly see a scene sublime
It is a momentary fleeting
glimpse of the end of time.