Smoke You For my NecroTang
so in part black and white
But neither good nor evil
Silence is her virtue
no cry reaches her ear
neither of joy or pain
Dust is her body
of beginings and endings
and yet she's nothing of those
Ash is her soul
for it is made out of burned Illusions
of hope and despair
She will be risen by the wind
for a moment or an aeon
but eventually settle down
a quite cloud and a fearful averlange
She will have no mercy for the poor
nor wrath for greedy
because she's black and white
But neither good nor evil
She is grey
© poetry: Akio Daisuke
