Broken
The night arrived on time
Dark and desperate
Descending sweet yet tainted
Like black treacle
Cracked as old stained glass
Upon an empty table
Pain weary and measured
In the weight of dried fruit and
Petals of flowers strewn
Reed like tall and proud
Tho yesterday we were bowed
Seriously bent bruised and bled
Twas then we ached aloud
Broke eternal
Pon both linen sheet and cloud