In Life and Death there is no Black and White,
No core construct that always must be right,
No path or light that clearly shows the way
But filters through a Deadly Shade of Grey.
When some can hear and others single sight
How can they find a soul to lead them to the light?
Ghostly Echoes make confusion and tend to disarray,
So pander to the madness of what the seers say
In Death’s dark realm, where none of us may stray,
The light glints through a Poisonous Shade of Grey.
A Glimmer glimpsed, beyond a heart’s endeavour,
Where lost souls wander in their dark forever.
A soul that’s lost in Death’s last cunning sway
Can still fright the living from the depths of their decay.
A Poisonous Echo sent by the unforgiving,
Reaches out, with hate, to scar and maim the living.
Now mourners gather to share a lasting glance
Where grief full memories perform a final dance
and movement stills as with departing breath
the music plays the last Grey Masque of Death
As each note rises to reach its audience
The spirits strain to meet each consequence
When souls conspire to circumvent the truth
Their Dangerous Echoes ululate sans ruth
With grateful thanks to
Valerie and Jean for their encouragement
Mai Griffin
Anon