Exorcising Ghosts Poem by DM W

Although I once eloped with you
I now prefer to sleep beside truth.
Yet in the house of decay
Dreamy melodies still play.
O Dawn's rose pink daughter:
She once brought me fresh water,
Sweeter than vintage wine.
The summers have passed us by.

The sweet birds no longer sing
Since the cruel gods burnt their wings.
We will never wander again
In meadows filled with gentle rain.
We can't revisit the sacred place;
The once flower strewn oasis.
So I think I shall drift with the tide.
There is no point keeping ghosts alive.