Spectral

An echo sounding down the hall
I listen, and hear the call
Her sweet tones lull, reverberate
So gently when the hour grows late

Her spectral fingers drift my hair
A comfort from the fear and care
Yet she died by her own hand
A departure fully planned

But it seems she was not damned
Cast in Hell at God's demand
Her love survives, or so I pray
And she, my sister, may well stay.