The Riders of the Grey Smoke
The Riders of the Grey Smoke
In a dark dream
Lost in the Midnight Garden
I looked for you
Within its semi-darkness
I walked through the softly blowing winds
Of The Lands of the Ether and Blue
And called out loudly to you
Praying you'd answer
To help me get through
But in that dark dream
Lost in the Midnight Garden
It stayed so silent
That only the swirling grey smoke whispered
In a gentle voice
Go back, traveller
For there is no rescue
For no familiar voices
You know
Are here to answer
Or waiting for you
Only us
The Riders of the Grey Smoke
Known as Asphodel Meadows
Necromancers
Who gives you this choice
Or you could stay
And be transmuted into this grey smoke like us
To serve a new queen
To eternally rejoice
What says you
The walker
From beyond
The Lands
Of The Ether and Blue
Do you want to join us
And never need to be rescused
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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