THE ROSE WINDOW

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Gothic heads, mouths agape
Watched by Saint Michaels statue
The rose window screams
Breath silent and held
A footfall in midnights gale
Till nothing more.

Lifted eyes plead to Heaven
Traced in loneliness of morn
The graveyard nearby in mist
Sports Gallicus roses
A widow in tears and grief
Visits the only man she ever loved.

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