Flash-fire of the final rays <br />Flames upon the walls <br />As if the battle rages again. <br />Intense light deep-shadows <br />The seams between boulder and boulder <br />And the pits in these irregular rocks - <br />Until the burning source recedes, <br />Leaving the wall ancient again: <br />Softer, flatter, <br />Bluing in the dusk. <br /> <br />A pale moon, transparent as a shroud, <br />Rises above it, <br />Bleaching the battlement to bone <br />Under its luminous light.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alamo-dusk/
