…the restless shade
When twilight drapes the earth in ghostly hue
I walk the silent paths where life once led
my shadowed form in search of what is due
once bound by love, but now the walking dread
memories are filling my soul with grief
a burden that I bear through endless night
no rest for me, but darkness sweet relief
the sins of the past must be brought to light
I haunt the ones I used to hold so dear
my whispers stir the echoes of my name
they sense my presence and I feel their fear
for now is the time, vengeance mine to claim
I am the revenant, the restless shade
until my peace is won, in blood I wade
© Ann Bagnall
(Sonnet — without iambic pentameter)
