Wisp

O' small orb of fleeting light,
Guiding lost souls in cautionary moonlight,
Light my way in this blackest hour,
Give my weak soul some dwindling power,
Shine you luminescent demon born,
Reveal to me why this heart is torn,
Seeking refuge in a valley so forlorn,
Upon a cobblestone path thine light has shown.
I shall follow you to that barren grave,
Carry this sin of a lonely knave,
Grant to me this elusive peace I crave,
Fly ever onward to find another soul to save.