The Man In the Cloak
To the man in the cloak
The drop of water in a glass of tequila
The moment of silence between cries
The kiss of sanity between storms
To the whisper in the dark
The hidden notes in a hymn
The mask behind the paint
The eyes behind the tears
To the mime with speakers
The one who plays the joker..
When the king is on his head
The one who fools, in fear of being fooled
To the one who saves by burying
Shadowing his ashes in fear that the black will stain the ravens
But the wings are spread, always have been
Waiting for the shadows to burn the numb feathers
To the funeral wrapped in circus
To the blood painted with syrup
From the blink black pouring raven
To the man in the cloak
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