A Wraith yet again?

Small sepals    little flowers,
                                         larger stamens,
all words that fill My consciousness
what can it be
but deeper swirls of color
as the steps pad slowly inwards

Walk with Me,
whispered the feline to the mouse
smiling benignly
                       and None believed it

Walk with Me,
in splendour
said the angel to the lass,
and All looked on in awe
as the twain went down the steps.

Walk along with Me
said the devil to the ghost
And all laughed.
But then they ascended
slowly merged
the translucency of the wraith
                                           filled the
fiery red of the awesome one

and Look
He hath no fury
as she claimed what was left
took the dregs
conjured up a shell

Little cymbals clangouring,
                                        peals of sound falling
off the crags
and steppes of His form.

Those sounds reverberate
is that the knell
that sounds the toll?  
Whose toll?
                 certainly not hers

But what of Them
No one ever thought