The Haunting of Gilgamon

A tale of long ago
told by bards with wares
to sell
of a village far away
where they tarried
for a while
a village named Gilgamon

Unhallowed night it was
when mortals huddled
in uneasy slumber
listening to the wails
of the wind
as incantations to ancient gods
by witches to raise
their dead prince
 
Granted with a token
to leave the portal
of the underworld
unguarded for a sigh
through the cracks
through the door
with the prince
others follow

Thus leave this soul
a lover of a pining princess
whom in life was betrothed to him
others who joined his quest
there merged into the sky
to seek their earthly coils
that alas had rotted to the soil
they crawled on the mossy green
of the village of Gilgamon

Upon the green and fields
They were seeking warmth
In mortal coils
and around the village of Gilgamon
Lyssa visited and lay waste
on each inhabitants with two souls
that mortal husks could not contain
thus each one slowly sank
and spew out both souls

Nature claimed Gilgamon
homes and hearth stand
visited by howling wind
strewn with dead flowers
Monuments of emptiness
In a flowery glade in the woods
yet should you chance
to rest within
Sighs of sorrow
Be your lullaby.