FallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š

To Be Made Of Stone

In the court of miracles where the blind can see 

and gypsys dance with witches glee

for all to watch,to ask,whom is she?

 

Where poets recite for all whom listen 

and Esmeralda\'s waters glisten 

as the peasants now in awe,no longer hiss\'n.

 

Over the court of miracles where the most grotesque

are crowned King Of Fools

Quasi stands triumphant,high upon his glaring stone ghouls.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Begging the question.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why was I not made of stone like thee?

Written by;W.J.Gerhardt๐Ÿ•Š