I glow at a funeral dressed in white,

with a purple sash around my waist,

and a smile across my ruddy face,

and no mourners are there except

those who knew my tired old self,

and there is a clink of crystal flutes

and a splash of champagne as the

coffin ascends to it rightful place,

and I throw a black rose into the pit

and walk away towards the garish sun

as the Shadow is buried under the

shade of a tree, never more to lurk

around as nether form, as black raven,

never more to haunt under a misty pale moon.

 

13/12/2025