Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett The Dark Goddess

(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