Winds bellowed angry hymns
but braving choirs she stood,
In the monastery with windows broken
inside the monk’s dark hood.
The shattered blues, sunny golden,
colored glass lay hidden, choken.
Gasless cars lay indisposed,
stuck in quicksand; growing cold.
Blood ****** in blackest charcoal night
and empty tanks lie heavy in the heart.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
Winds bellowed angry hymns
but braving choirs she stood,
In the monastery with windows broken
inside the monk’s dark hood.
The shattered blues, sunny golden,
colored glass lay hidden, choken.
Gasless cars lay indisposed,
stuck in quicksand; growing cold.
Blood ****** in blackest charcoal night
and empty tanks lie heavy in the heart.