The Gothic window
Became my eyes
The road of fate
Tells many lies
My open soul
Meandered in
Worn and weary
My coat of skin.
My dreams
Have dreamed
Flesh
Of clay
In nightly visions
Along lifes way.
The windows arch
My latticed hope
Shattered often
Struggles to cope
With demons smile
Or wicked blow
This road of fate
Conclusions know.