The Tale below was carved one night
Upon the Stone, by candlelight
...most won't believe, but some just might
.........most won't believe, but some just might
Ill-fated crowds neath unchained clouds: the Silent City braved
against a sudden flashing flood, unleashing lashing waves,
which stripped its stony structures, blown with neutron bursts that laved.
There once was a couple of cats
Who fought a continuous spat.
Standing lonely in a crowd
Feelings severed, screaming loud;
Heart rejected, growing cold
Trusting ways begin to fold
Cold rains wet and weary... seeping through the sky,
Spectres pass ’long side me... bent, with collars high,
My visions are invisible and no one sees me cry.
Twelve brazen bars, one frozen lock!
Confined, sublime, an ancient Roc
Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went with shoulders bent (the storms around me howled)
A beggar clump adorns a dump, his pencil box in hand -
With sightless eyes upon the skies he's lying there unmanned.
He's fallen down in Shantytown, his knees too weak to stand,
Flings and wings and rings rejected…
Cupid's arrows fly deflected…
"It clearly is too late" she signed, "to love, adore or pay me mind"