It's a sonnet!

"Weltgeist"

You wake to a cold morning light, dull, frigid;

A pallor has crept around your visage.

The Ghost comes again, the world-spirit

Crashing down on you, I can still hear it

Draining, feeding, pulling from you your light.

Where has it gone? You always were so bright.

This world, this Ghost, has ever been a part

Of all our many lives, and from the start

It has been tearing us to shreds, but now

It is time to rise up, to fight the Ghost

And prove that we can survive and thrive, how

Powerful we can be, and as a host

Of humans, we must find the goodness, bow

To the moments that will never be lost.