Masks Of Ghosts Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Masks Of Ghosts
Masks of Ghosts
And Shrouds
The dance
Of night soon
Is to begin
Already
The dusk mellows
On the light
Of fading sunset
Slow ascends
In shadows quick and
Agile the low hills
And higher rocks
And on its face
The red blushing it paints
Three hours hence
And close
To midnight slumbers
Far
The old Night:
Then
The dance begins
Rotating round and
Round
The Masks of Ghosts
And Shrouds.
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