The Shadow Queen

 

Press play.

Salute.

(A lone voice sings so low)

Tis but a beautiful dream 

To dream the 

Greatest 

Of all known 

Dreams

Tis but a dream 

To see or hear me

The sweetest voice 

In all The Matrix

Called

The Shadow Queen

Tis but a dream 

To hold my hand

Tis but a dream 

To dance entwined 

Listening

To my marching 

Whistling

New Orleans bands

Tis but a dream  

To dare to dream 

Alone at 

Midnight

When you pray 

And there seems

To be

No hope

Or light

Just call to me

The Shadow Queen

Tonight

And I'll come knocking 

On your Astral Doors

In full flight 

At the edges 

Of all

Your mind knows

And like a veteran of so many foreign wars

I'll whisper in the 

Encroaching shadows

Have you been

Alone and lost

Fought a battle 

And paid the cost

Walked by people 

Who now says

That's just another 

Poor soul

Who's lost their way

On Loves 

Broken-down highways

So 

Let me in

To your soul's 

Inner circle

For this offer

Comes with no rehearsals

 

Just let me be

Your new

Saint called Augustine 

The bringer 

Of so many luscious 

Sins 

Just

Let me in 

From the cold 

Of The Great In-Between 

So all our unexplored fun

Can begin

So you can worship me 

On your knees

And call out to me

By my secret occult name

The Shadow Queen 

To sing 

With a loud piercing scream

Tis but a dream 

To dream the deep dream

Tis but a dream

To see me

The new Mary 

Called after

Magdalene

Of 

The Great 

In-Between

Tis but a dream 

To hold my hand

Tis but 

The greatest of dreams

To 

Listen and follow 

Into the Green Hollow

My marching 

Whistling

New Orleans bands

To a place

We can wait and pray

For tomorrow

Arm in Arm

Hand in hand

Baptized forever

To feel no sorrow

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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