My mummy told me not to go near them,
To stay away from those of warmth and
Ebbing with the essence of life.
"They will consume you my baby,
"Take you within, only a voice they will hear,
They will undo you till all is but an echo,
Searching through the ebbs of their being.
But this can have dire consequences little one.
"Mummy do they see us?
"Can I ever say hello,
They know where near, when the breath turns
White, when we give a feeling of their grave
Yet yearning had been stood upon before death.
"There are things worse than straying into them,
"Beacons are a prison of flesh and bone,
"Are kind are mesmerized by a yearning, captivated then gone,
They wondered through never seen, shadows of
Nothing but real. hand in hand never apart,
They saw a light in the distance drawing mummy in.
Mummy no please its a trick of the light,
"Don't leave is my love not enough,
"My angel your words broke the link,
"If not for you I would be a voice not me,
They watched from a fearful distance as the bag
Of flesh an bone. Beckoning are brethren like
Moths to an open flame and they all burned.
But as he took them in the voices started to birth
Upon his breath, random ramblings would spur
Its anger on the air of mummers not his own.
But there is a limit to a shell, a with a final burst of
Light he took many into his grasp. Confined, excluded
Where all within a now onyx shell of madness.
"Mummy he is of obscurity it is of neither realm,
"Child quieten your tongue it hears us now,
With those whispered words as if a bleak breeze past
By where they were heard. It sensed their presence a
Like night consuming day it was upon another's words.
Silence covered their essence as it seized upon its prey.
With but a touch Unseen fell like fractured reflections upon
The ground, not even a noise until shards descended below.
They swiftly departed as its shadow was left in a crowd of breath,
Fear illuminated on their features as visible momentarily
Then once again into the existence of which they lived.
"Calm your fear baby, our emotion delves us into moral vision,
"Do not fret for we left its essence beyond its senses,
"Mummy they were.....,
As they faded into the realm of apparitions they held
Each other. What was to become of a mother and daughter
In the warmth of the living? Behold the beacons of maddened
Voices that absorb the essence of death and never let go.
"Come child mummy will keep you safe,
*"Mummy I see a light its so pretty,