Bronze roses
and dried leaves...
love lies adust
in this melancholy place.

Faint rays of light
through broken windows,
disturb the jealous darkness.

Pale figures glide
down gloomy hallways --
faint whisperings are heard.

Broken dreams: faded tapestries
of what was and will
never be again.

Mirrors reflect a sad masque:
what is lost to the day.
Bronze roses
and dried leaves.

Here in this somber place
the air is rare
and full of sighs.