Black Veil moves mournfully to cover Joy’s face
Joy dies inside as her little voice breaks
Stars scream for her. But no noise in space
Twinkle-less eyes signify destroyed faith

Black Veil surveys and silently speaks
While foreign tears listen on colourless cheeks
And sermon pours slowly; trickling bleak
Dampening spirits in the sorrow they seek.

Black Veil holds back Joy’s fear of woe
Stands guard at Joy’s forehead, Joy’s chin and Joy’s nose
Stiff upper lip quivers. Quelled from below
Joy’s mind aches and suffers full of grief to let go.

Black Veil at home is put back in his box
Until the next time opportunity knocks
In darkness he waits and it’s Death that he mocks
Whispering, “Omnes una manet nox.”