Cold blue steel lying all alone in the dark. Begging and pleading, pleading and begging to help. Staring at the lonely soul. Unrelenting gazes, silently screaming, calling out by pain. Promising peace and serenity. A single thought of calmness overtakes the dungeon. Closing eyes, visions of days gone by. Thunderous hooves tamping out a rhythmic thump thump, thump thump. Silence mocked by staggering, pulsated breaths. Cheeks washed clean by the salty flow. Bitter taste, unforgettable memories linger on. The cold indentation sends a chill down the spine. Storms echo in the distance warmth overtakes.  Once, stoic chimney now toppling to the earth below. Curtains fluffing, dust scattered with the breeze.  How will they remember the gentle heart? If only they had been a part. Empty chair, multitude of flowers despair. Did love die or get scattered across the sky? How will they remember the gentle heart? What a glorious symbol of art.