The Banchee Outside My Window

I feel her in the wind
I hear her dark robe flutter
She waits for me to make my amends
Some how we are in the final barter
Some how I am supposed to traverse
The annals of time
I am suppose to stop at each pain
And shed a tear
Summation
I am to take stock
As I traverse this labyrinth
My actions have been laid against the other
I feel the pain
Regret and release
Permeate the stitches in time
And I can see the web work in pain

In the distance of hindsight
There is a throb in my heart
Why
No I don't need to burn in hell
The moments of transgression
Don't justify the weight
But I will pay the consequence