Fading Hoary-with deliabear

Like a silhouette, a shadow on the wall  
of memories in footsteps echoing time.  
A cloaked ghost in the fading hoary  
descends stairs as the pendulum chimes.
To a shady boon of dark souls,  
over the brow of the falling hoary.  
Listening to the voices of the tomb builders
as they shouldered their spades.  
 
Like an intricately shattered silhouette,
a hellish shadow strikes the wall.
Memories of footsteps shuffling
through the aching whine of fallen time.
Regret ancient echoes crowding my mind
of ghosts cloaked in lace black veils.
Trance-like descending  
a distorted dimension of stairs.
Dark souls gather clasping death's invitation
to the drone of the gravediggers'.
Now meaningless chatter's duration.
abysmal holes dug in an unforgiving ground
For restless dead to crawl out into the black of night
void of human sound.