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
Copyright © John DuffyASY | Year Posted 2025
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