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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Author:
nephilim56 (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2023 02:39
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Comments1
Powerful. I love the imagery and use of language.
thank you much appreciated
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