Entry to a blasted land
from whence it came
from whence it stands

The windows framed
a landscape bland
a landscape grand

Strewn are the artful plans
blackened blight
blackened light

The windows strange
panes in tact
pained with spite.

Shreds of civility
ghostly mastered
ghastly sight.

The windows
centered in disaster,
presented in gallery,
dusted in delight,
veiled in mystery.

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