(A lone voice whispers)

Like a lone argus-eyed oblique tattered caliginous silhouette

Moving extremely cautiously in the severe, deadly silence

The Mistress of the Voices of the Dead

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

A rare blatherskite whose white emblem appears on the backs of

The Great In-Between black gull's wings

Who just love to gather in huge invisible circles above lost souls

Like earthly Starling flocks
To crow and sing

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

The seasonal bringer of red torches to burn at midnight

By kings
Princesses

Prince's
Peers and Lords

Red torches that would never go out

No matter even if they got soaking wet

When she stirs up her twin Sister Anxiety

To fight in all gathered
As she's summoned and ceremonially swept up

By her swollen army of mindless hordes
By their pleas

Calling to be re-masked and rebranded

With her new Emotions suit of self-resurrecting armour

Which her faithful armies seek

Full black and white leather and a two-sided blade, and a white candle

Always lit to dispel the darkness
As old or new emotions cascade

To help guide them
A new follower home, to atone

After they've been beautifully betrayed

And all their inner larders have been raided and waylaid

By a conjured blind colporteur

Will you grasp Poe Ravenscroft Marmosetts

Shadowy hand to then suddenly hear the summoning anthem

Proudly played loudly by her ethereal band
Like I once did

The forbidden one known only to the few by her real, unspoken name

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

She of the steely green eyes
Who always appears from the West

With horse and carriages following her in straight lines

Stacked high with new black and white suits of leather

And carrying white lit candles and sharpened blades

For those lost
Thinking about all the ones who broke the sanctity of their sacred trust

When they were betrayed

Who now need a new armour made out of black and white leather

A white candle and a two-sided blade

After hearing and experiencing the traumas linked to the explosion

One of her emotional hand grenades

Will you too hear these hissed words

Accompanied by the shrill sound of her ancient bejewelled Shofar

If you her call

Surrender
Surrender

Will you summon me with your cries and pleas

The true queen
All the real honey bees seek

Will you stand and listen as my priestess

Amongst my unvoiced bannerman

The harsh-voiced Sangoma of the Netherworlds

Gathers and commands you to pull on my black and white leathers

Hold up your new white candle and a two-sided blade

And return with her to go to war forever

Near my unseen home in all weathers

A new soldier in an invisible army of the betrayed

A place where emotions no longer causes the Amygdala to get wet

For no known velleity can save you now

So will you follow I
Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

Into the sunset to reach a new land

Hidden just beyond The Green Hills

In the West

(C)
Copyright John Duffy