Dead. The Winter silence amplified by <br />Muted objections from the misty ghosts <br />Which prowled the murky streets like a cheerless <br />Ariel. Stark murmurs of a twisting <br />Breeze whistled tunelessly throughout. The cold <br />Stalked the soggy avenues like Death turned <br />Frigid, and even the habitu’lly <br />Glowing flares which smothered the walkways with <br />Their tiny tongues seemed to shine more pallid <br />In this filthy quarter of the Old Town. <br />The moon and ev’ry star were openly <br />Veiled behind a thick vein of dusty cloud, <br />And save for the clock tower tolling two- <br />Fold, the presence of time was neither a <br />Thing apparent, nor considered. I sat <br />Alone beside my window, peering out <br />Shamelessly, across the gulf patterned <br />Lights which paraded an image of a <br />Stranded Heaven. <br /> <br />Perhaps God has let His <br />Faithful Fravaši show themselves while their <br />Souls are deep in slumber. <br /> <br />The dose of shade <br />Did not quell my humour, and as I <br />Rested upon the sill of my chamber, <br />My mind let me once more relish contracts <br />Which confirmed that I was to be the most <br />Great and famous of all romantics. A king <br />Of notorious tragedy and sweet <br />Misfortune. Romeo. I could not help <br />But fashion a smile in the darkness, though <br />My mind was tired, my heart still beat ardent. <br /> <br />I must meet with Nicholas the morrow, <br />Faith, grant me the consoling embrace of <br />Sleep, and in the morning will I transform <br />So magic’lly that Ovid will feel much <br />Depleted. Goodnight, by the Grace of God. <br /> <br />End.<br /><br />Daegal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-town-in-winter-sights-and-thoughts-thereupon-after-receiving-wonderful-news/
