...must it be so?

the shadow lengthens and soon
the land forgets

So i shall say goodbye
        the time of grace is passed
        strange that we should be the
        slaves of our ghosts
        still lurking and haunting 
        in the shadows when the 
        new day has broken.

Waiting for one instants'
       purchase of recognition
       before the cold oblivion of 
       the silent grave.