The Funeral Bazaar

Emptiness flowing from nothingness

Even now you can see through their guise

Come one, come all to the finest fair

With fire and fanfare... let the show begin

Fly up to the treeline, sparkles in the darkened glades

How now comes the entertainment in the moonlight

Here now the restless... beguiled, disguised in amber perume

Askant grins to mock you

Behind the veiled resentment flees a single dove

The masque removed they emerge at night

Dropping the masque of delusion

Clouds of weak emerge at night