Your hurried steps if reenacted
there, fallen into uneven grace,
your stairs long not ascended
echo of your once joyful days.
The crooked windows, crumbling
have your halls made green anew
the incessant lightning, piercing,
paints light over your darkened hues.
Resist you pilars, nobly
the quivering thunder storm has brought,
for have not your peaks bravely
fended much worse off?
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 5:04 PM UTC
Your hurried steps if reenacted
there, fallen into uneven grace,
your stairs long not ascended
echo of your once joyful days.
The crooked windows, crumbling
have your halls made green anew
the incessant lightning, piercing,
paints light over your darkened hues.
Resist you pilars, nobly
the quivering thunder storm has brought,
for have not your peaks bravely
fended much worse off?