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 Image shared under fair usage policy.