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.
Ghostly movements flicker through the night,
Where mortals peer and seek to soothe their fright,
The living lost far from the light of day,
Where shadows play their Haunting Shades of Grey.
The Haunting Echoes of lives long lost
Resonate without a single thought to cost.
Revenging wraiths seek living dreams to claim,
And guilty souls who need to take their blame
Buildings loom, stark, cloaked in white
And ruined windows blink, transfixed by pale moonlight
Rustling shadows flutter and, windless, sway
As night gives way to Ghostly Shades of Grey
Long lost spirits seek to find their past,
Locked in a purgatory they themselves have cast,
With earthly ties they cannot seem to sever,
Restless Echoes mock their last endeavour
Anon