A BROODING PLACE
A brooding place where mists hang low
a desperate place for wilting dreams
insensate hopes and black despair
where tortured tongues that cut the air
contend their kin to tethered souls.
The chains and fetters once released
in metal tones submerged no more
as views of hills on sloe-black nights
seen through the traceries of leaves
concede to chivalry aroused.