Of Lillies and Remains

In the marbled reception hall
I received a three band gold ring from Mark, a token of esteem
Running through ghost closet locker rooms
To hide from Peter, who has fallen to the old cold stone floor
Wheezing and emitting a seemingly endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouthA wind rushes through the hall
Whistles as it breezes through the narrow slits
In the green, locked doors
I hide in one of these, number thirteen
Barely concealed but hopeful
Blackout
BlackoutI will climb this high wall in remembrance of Clancy
To regain or re-earn my life
As I died just a flicker of an eyelid ago
The wall has many holes and many foot pieces to fasten to
The wall is dangerous and this is my penance
My penance and my taskI did it once and they wondered
Yet I needed to go once more around
Up breathtakingly across rigidly
Down easily and foolishly