` <br /> <br /> <br />a grated gate in midnight's light <br />once fell upon a sorry sight <br />as rain washed out the scarlet stain <br />the skies bowed down to hear the pain <br /> <br />a voice without a body heard <br />the sordid tale its waist did gird <br />one witness found, torn leaf by leaf <br />Creation's glory sank to grief <br /> <br />a tale no word was writ nor said <br />into the ground the silence bled <br />a soaked and orphaned quill remains <br />fraught with want of trilled refrains <br /> <br />a poet's tome thus lay ungathered <br />whispy strands of dreams untethered <br />if Heaven cried its tears that night <br />set up the quaich by candlelight <br /> <br /> <br />`<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-silenced-quill/
