Context

shadows whisper a name most familiar

set to song in the key of entropy

steadied strikes assail the mind’s doorway

each effort to answer met with lulling silence

our truths are not told in mere content alone

lest we have naught but a skeleton’s passage

implore as we might, as surely as we seek

a picture to placate our desolate dialogue

shall nary replace the toilsome turning

of pages not privy to prodding nor poring

a misbegotten narrative so begets

but is not soon forgotten

by seraphim stripped, a perilous play

for prismatic plumage portrayed

by peacock in prominent display

will waver in iridescent hues

defined by light cast from perspectives

as told by the heart that would seeketh