The Great Leveller
Silently she stalks the corridors of time,
by Robert Dummett
A piper faceless in a world of mist,
Her chord, a dirge dreaded by mice and men
Rattles shields even of the gods -
Immortality shakes in a change key.
Now, the deaf hears her music -
Sombre, insistent, final;
Her performance holds no encore for her
Audience, and in the dark she reigns supreme,
Mysterious as the night that spawned her.
Stop! look, listen to her calling.....
Smell her perfume as she drifts by,
Seducing life to join in dust beyond.