Seeking Rebirth; the Wandering Spirits

they floated with dead lights haunting
eerie land, with diaphanous webs
born of wishes made in despair
to live again to see the green
of man’s valley in between
the land of death
where no one’s birthed

they sighed long and loud
hiccupping and then screaming
like animated banshees
that see frightening sights
in the deepest of haunted nights
for what these spirits haunt
for which portal did they hanker

they sought rebirth to live again
to right what wrongs they did
before they fell like cotton threads
all cut and shredded by death’s scissor
to the arms of  scythe-man
the forever lover,
always there to smother
what life may come

the portal stood firm against the hordes
squashed in rows on the enchanted bars
made from strongest platinum
from the bottomless abyss
never to bend or break
against the clamouring mob
a mighty angel towered within flames
holding the fort with his surreal strength

filmy lights, flickering beams
faintly against the darkest milieu
With many sad and sorrowful sighs
They turned back towards the end
Where the dead lights were eerily glowing  
faintly illuminating the putrid pulsing halls
beckoning at souls wandering its depth
to coalesce with the darkness…

of everlasting hell.