Spectre : Requiem

Description

The hallow face of a reaper,
a 'blackened' heart within-unwavering.
You were made not of flesh, nor light; but anguish, and
a heart that does not beat.

A Lost Soul; doomed to finality:

And as you drew the scythe that scarred souls to silence,
the voice of a hopeless being before you silences.
And a head lowers itself.

A silence not of acceptance, but grief, for a soul wouldn't traverse upwards here.

"The melody cannot soothe a lost soul."

"Then why wait?"

Another hallow body falls, with a soul not guided;
but torn from it's bearer.

"Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine."