Ghosts,
Gather.
Imperative,
Please.
Begging Question.
As She Ever Should Be.
Crone Or Maiden,
Or Those Cycling In-Between –
On Loops.
Enriched by the soul of every Man they kill.
Good for them.
It’s nice to breathe longevity;
In ensuring one’s own persistence.
Baba Bids Adieu,
Goodnight Void.
Sleep.