Breathtaking (#3)
No resident of Ireland has not walked in mist
Monochrome shroud of obscurity that it is
The road, uncertain
The path, an imagination
of what death is like —
a mysterious unknown
Yet when the silent crew dressed in grey
Draws back the stage’s velvet curtain
There is no more magnificent display
The accents blue
the colors green
the inevitable gape
It literally takes your breath away