When midnight wept
In greater sorrow
The flickering flame
Of candles horror
Moved violently
From the past
Dampened eyes
Of shadows cast.
The mosaic floor
In silence flinched
The marbled walls
In mourning since
The echo left
It faded, died
Its draining voice
Now beautified.
To leave each word
To feel the loss
A scented touch
Drapes across
A meloncholy
A vision that died
Something deep
Though not defined.