The Hallowing

Morning dew awaits

And recalls our fate

While old souls, tempt us to chase

Their pale hues of grace

Enshrined within shining light

How shameful we stay posed

Yet dignified

Darkened sun turend black

And leaving us blind

But with a light touch

Like the thinnest silk

While using a gentle hand

(Within this shade of grey)

Bathe us with woe

Hold us here in frozen night

Unveil us mezmerized

Solemn we swoon

We can stay masked for a while

Unveil me