Unnamed Walls

The portrait hangs in private halls

Bastard strokes across torn frame

Upon those nails on unnamed walls

Of what those cracked oils became

But in her shroud of shattered wood

Misplaced hues return to ash

It's rightful artist understood

Bloodied canvas to rest in past

He takes the knife and scrapes away

Corrupted colors on faded marks

Stripped parchment clears dismay

It's empty nature heals it's scars

Still she hangs on quiet halls

Collective ending meet new dawn

Yet we remember and may call

Our memories past they've never gone